My Beloved

 

 

                                                        My beloved,
I have flaws like every woman...
though in your eyes you may see perfection
It is a standard I will never achieve.
I am perfectly imperfect in every way
which gives me the beauty to be myself.
I dare you to find a more wonderfully flawed woman
who sees only beauty in your imperfections and vices
though the whole world may see you as damaged.
Damaged goods are still magnificent in their own way
defining your precise composition as a mortal.
My eyes linger as your hands often do
my infatuation flickers, but not my love.
A future seems sudden, too planned yet impractical
we share passion but a fear of constriction
You are my snake restricting my freedom
my self expression, my self love!
And I am your endless sea where you know
no boundaries,
except the art of commitment!
A proposition of feelings juxtaposed
with a dividing line clearly defined,
where love can be orphaned,
retained by both but not possessed,
do you concur?
Possession brings forth jealousy,
ownership, resentment, things not of love...
For as the greatest love declaration states:
"Love is kind, patient, never boastful, never jealous...."
and always ready for what may come.
Love yourself and love me enough to let go!
Let go of past aggressions, resentments, hatred;
agree to a digression of peace, love, and unity for us
A true sign of maturity and hope for the future!
Love,
M.