A Love Poem
Fifty years from now, a moment captured by a camera and caged by a frame, may paint our union to be tame, romantic, the stuff of stories. The ‘perfect’ couple.
But we will remember it’s roughly hewn beginnings. The splinters, sweat, tears and crazed laughter shared.
We alone will know that the building of this fairy tale was no easy feat, but no less magical for its lack of ease.
We will know that partnership is a choice made every day to deeply love two flawed people; your partner and your self.
And to the twinkling eyes that will one day inquire, we will paint a true picture of how to give yourself fully and authentically to another and yet retain custody of your own soul.
For while we are building heirlooms, we are also building truth.
To help a new generation understand that these two sets of clasped hands, now wrinkled and cloaked in muted tones of flesh, were once plumped by youth and bore the grazed knuckles of hard lessons learned.
And that in the infancy of those clasped hands was born an understanding that to fully love and respect another you must first fully love and respect your self.
For the only thing greater than a self sufficient wildly contented life, is sharing that life with your best friend.
