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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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For All the Dreams You Make

There’s a road you want to cross

A ride you want to take

I offer you my hand

And all the dreams I make.

I know you have a list

Of things you want to see…

I don’t have all the answers

But you can have all of me.

I ask where’d you want to be

How high you’d want to fly?

I’m not here to hold you down

Let’s give this love a try.

And if you feel at times

The end is out of sight

I’ll be here to pull you through

I won’t go without a fight

Because I see in you

Much more that what you see

Someday you’ll know it too

Just put your faith in me.

Not An Easy Question to Answer

Together is Better

This is a tale

of a half that wasn’t

missing

and a whole that wasn’t

searching.

Happy it was, humming

the song that was in its head.

It lived its life not

in wanting;

And its days not spent

in waiting.

But once the half

came along,

the whole found

its old song

with new combinations,

exciting variations

of which it never sounded so.

Every note was the same,

but it leapt with a vigor

From where it didn’t know.

Apart they were good,

But together they were better.

A choice was then made

to be together forever.

Happy for You

To be frank, it took a while

for me to be the Bigger person,

to acknowledge that the

part I played in our destruction

may have been small,

but that maybe it ate at you,

chip by chip.

And for a time, I just got so

tired of picking up the pieces

of our brokenness and

sweeping them under the

rug of my shame—

my shame of never having

to keep things whole, to

see every love story

play out to its worst ending.

But once I allowed myself to be happy

that you had found the person

who steadied your intrepid heart,

I realized that I could rest easier at night,

knowing one less broken-hearted soul

and hoping that when I finally get it right,

it will have all been worth it.

Love and Chaos

When you say,

“Let’s wipe the slate clean,”

does that mean

we throw everything away?

Because yes,

we made a mess.

But it was a fabulous riot

of proportions hard to forget.

So do we just let

all those go?

I say No.

No to keeping things all

neat and clean

and in boxes.

Every day, I uncover more of you.

As I go through your mess

and you go through mine,

I find more and more things

to love about us.

Yes to this ruckus.

Almost There

We are standing on the precipice

of something truly spectacular.

The compelling anticipation is

almost too much to bear.

And eyes have seen and lips have spoken

a future both bright and quite fragile

So I must wait with steadfast faith,

with deliberate care.

I picture your face as I draw breaths,

willing patience as you to come to the

inevitable conclusion of which

I am fully aware.

We are a union made to exceed

the vastness of all universes.

Take my hands, hold my heart, dear

Let me take you there.

At Love’s Mercy

When I find him,

I will love him without reservation,

With wild abandon.

Because how can I not?

When you witness something so absolute and breathtaking

Do you stand on the sidelines and feel lukewarm about it?

No, you take it all in and bathe in the glow of its beauty.

No matter how fleeting it may be,

I want to throw myself at love’s mercy.

Grand Gestures

You were always the romantic

You pack poems with my meal

You scribble endearing love notes

You never hide how you feel.

 

I wanted to reciprocate

I didn’t want to be outdone

And so I planned this grand gesture

To show I was the sweeter one.

 

I made a hundred paper cranes

Set to fly over your head

You’d come home to fragrant petals

All leading up to our bed

 

A love gram of three grown men

Dressed in matching candy-striped shirts

Followed by a choir of angels

In their halos and long, white skirts

 

All I wanted was to best you

In your every loving thought

I wanted to outspend you

In all the things you bought

 

I forgot along the way

That you never meant to compete

That our love for each other

Was what made us complete

 

Now I have the simplest sorry

To whisper softly in your ear

I don’t need to offer the world

Just you and me here.

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