somedays i wonder
if i will know forever
not the one we’ve
been sold on grocery
store tabloids, or the
stories our grandmother
tells us about as she
celebrates the golden
anniversary, with tears
in her eyes because
she stayed with a man
that wouldn’t know love
if it knocked him square
in the eye, no i wanna
know the kind of forever that
you discover anew with
each day, the kind of
forever that teaches you
with each new line on
your lovers face, a
secret unfolds, a bit
of your heart grows
every day you fall
more in love with the
flaws and the beauty
and the tender
touch of her hand,
the kiss of her lips
on your neck, just
so. no i don’t want the pretty
forever all wrapped in a bow
neat and proper, i want the real
forever, the messy one with
heartbreak and joy, passion
that is endless in it’s ever
changing infiniteness.
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