A Poem For My Wife.

[thebitterguy]

My darling.
Ten years we've been together
(nine as husband and wife).
Marriage is never easy.
Two people
squeezed into one space
causes friction
but friction smoothes things out
if it doesn't set them on fire.
Each of us has dealt with the other
changing, growing, moving together
and separately.
Our love moves and grows like an oak,
from a tiny acorn and now
strong and steadfast against the sky.
But I still won't go see Dragonball.

Comments

[bnddbl07.livejournal.com]

nice :) very nice.

[frabjousdave.livejournal.com]

If I had a little more bandwidth, your post would encourage me to vandalize Hallmark cards across the province with altered last lines.

[thetathx1138.livejournal.com]

Really? Because I plan to get a crew together with cheap liquor and have a blast.

[thebitterguy]

You crazy, wild kids these days.

[madmanofprague.livejournal.com]

that was beautiful, man.

[nottheterritory.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwww

[elizard100.livejournal.com]

Awwww, that's so sweet, except that last line. Good point about the friction too!

[rbowspryte.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

[cinn48.livejournal.com]

LOL, again!

[lynne-h.livejournal.com]

I nearly spat breakfast over the screen when I caught sight of the last line.

Its been 11 years of marriage for us and I know what you mean. I still won't let him have a copy of Revenge of the Sith ;)