Embrace Love

Oh, what a mess she did make.

Risking my heart to wilt and flake.

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Oh, laugh at my failing heart,

As she approached in glide.

She was no less than a work of art.

There was no time, or space, for me to hide.

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Two eyes seeming rounder than the rest.

A bantam sparkle glistening between.

From a pool of billions, they were the best.

Glimmering to glow, tossing me to dream.

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They were brunette. Two ponds of caramel.

Two oceans. I sensed enchantment as I drown.

My knees crumbled as I gazed parallel.

Collapsing, meagrely, into that heaven of brown.

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It was not long until I knew we should marry.

As you well know, son, she was your mother.

I’d soon propose, in storms, atop that ferry.

My sturdiest love, I was bold enough to discover.

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Your mother was pure,

Such a shame she’s now lost

Kindness mixed aside her allure.

A forceful breeze, of delight, in a gust.

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For we once feared, that which did many.

A havoc riddled life, pinched of its once glee.

Fights, spats, too many children, if any.

If only I’d knew, the brilliance coming for me.

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Life riddled with smiles, toying with hair.

Too many bellyaching laughs to count.

Perhaps we’d collected our fair share?

Far exceeding one’s typical amount.

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Because on her wondrous approach,

I felt my life swiftly change forever.

The old? Departing grandly via caroche

When it may return? Likely never.

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There was a swirling of my gut,

As my eyes devoured her smile.

A rumbling wave; head to butt.

Staying upright was a trial.

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Do not, I beg of you, fear love.

Instead, I ask, please, embrace it.

Sometimes it fits as easily as a glove.

Often it slips, disappointingly, into shit.

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Love isn’t a frightful creature,

Or sentence more taxing than jail.

Listen now; allow me as your teacher.

Love is a mountain, few truly scale.

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If it fits, I promise a life of bliss.

Existence compressed in the elation of two.

Something I, unequivocally, miss.

Attached ecstatically like unshiftable glue.

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Who knows, I should suggest,

It’s likely to be true.

Some day you may be telling your kids

That time you first heard “I love you”.

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Just like now, as I detail the last.

Love, does not always wilt. But,

I warn you, son, that time flies fast.

Please embrace your swirling gut.

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Love, my boy, is something you shouldn’t be afraid.

Oh look, would you please, at the wonderful mess we made.