He’d never been the high-achievement kind.
He heard about it from his ex a lot —
But yet, he is not lazy, just the type
Who’s happy taking care of what he’s got;
Instead of restlessly acquiring more.
She’d wanted more than just to share a bed.
Relationships of hers had all devolved
To homely power struggles in the end —
With men who knew no ease from problems solved;
Men she left off as tendentious and sore.
But then, they met, and it was love at once.
Her love to him engendered his content:
He loved her as a wildflower grows
To watch and cherish for its sight and scent,
Without attempting to improve its store
To walk together:
Life and love, explore –
To walk together —
All they’d each
Longed for
That is so sweet ❤
It can happen to people, love can.
This is great because it is inclusive of the value in being unique.
If love doesn’t have a sort of aesthetic appreciation of who the other person is, it doesn’t really seem like love to me.
So true~
Love can’t be hidden can it? Neither can blase indifference. And real appreciation for each other is so evident in the photo of the pair you chose. I love it and your poem. I t is tragic when the world frowns on such love ( i know) and a blessing when it is accepted.