Aged romanticism
The relationship I know, one day, I will live in
The everything
I’ve read about, watched and believed all my life
That is what I want/will/have
What I think about, endlessly,
is the culture of personal sufficiency
I do not mind being dependant because
if you believe in marriage
you believe that two become one
I want to go through my days
thinking about her
yearning to be around her
feeling her love inspire me to push a little further;
to be a little better than I was
I know that love is a product of the trust
we will build
the responsibility we have to each other
the family we create
I do not want to work on my independence
I know I am my own person
I know I am smart enough to hear the omens
And I know some I will miss and some I will ignore
but, also I know that when we have been together
for our forty years
I will still want to know more,
still have that urge of curiosity
This ideal of love I pine over
this first and last thought of my days
it is a dangerous blind leap from off the clouds
with no way of knowing how close the ground is
on the other side
And I think about how it would be all worth it
the insanity, the stupidity, the naivety
crash or fly
I would want to experience love in no other way
It is not religious in its foundation
this romantic fantasy of mine
and it certainly is not the tide of current society
but that is who I am…
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(written with pen on paper)
Since I’m being honest, while writing this block for Audrey, I was going through a few personal things, one being a vain attempt at understanding the LA woman. The topic asked for is the title, and, this particular night, I just became fed up at having to always explain myself…