I dedicate today’s blog to the man who for the past 10 months generously shared his life and his love with me and now goes forth in search of that which makes his heart sing. I release you in gratitude, blessing and love and know that you will always hold a sacred place in my heart.
My Favorite Part
My favorite part
Was when you held me in your arms
Looked deep into my eyes
And spoke to my heart.
The Most Precious Part
The Love I know within myself
Is a wide, expansive, all-encompassing, limitless kind of love.
A love so large that it contains the world,
the entire universe, in fact.
And many have been the recipients of this love.
But to you, I give a secret and hidden part of my love.
The part of my love that is tender and vulnerable;
Silken and soft – like the petal of a rose.
Priceless and fragile like Venetian glass
The most precious part of my love
The portion of my love that reveals my very soul.
And I give this love to you – and only to you.
It is my gift to you for loving me
And for letting me love you in return.
The Ennui of Love
Nobody tells us that real love is boring.
After the anxiety of infatuation,
The panic in absence,
The ceaseless longing,
The star-crossed blindness…
Following the time when the scales fall away
And we can see our lover for who they are –
Human, imperfect, flawed…
Startling at first when chaos and drama is all we’ve known.
And we wonder, “when is that shoe going to drop?”
But when it doesn’t
And we pause to breathe,
We understand and appreciate the ennui of love
And we can sink into the comfort of a love that is
And we suddenly realize that we are home.
All poetry copyright Lauri Lumby