Chronicles of a SAHM, poetry

Soul Search

You don’t look into my eyes the way you used to.

We used to have a conversation
without saying a word.

We used to laugh at the same things
at the same time.
Even when no one else saw the humor.
We would take long walks,
holding hands the whole time.
You say you love me.
But you don’t hold me like its our last time.
You don’t kiss me -just because.
We don’t even celebrate our own holidays.

I wish it were – the way it was.

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Chronicles of a SAHM, poetry

The difference

I’ve often wondered if there was a difference between “Love” and “Luv.”

People send these sentiments daily and they usually require no thought – or do they? 

To me, the difference is the “o,” which reminds me of a wedding ring, infinite – unbreakable.  The “e” represents “eternity.”  It is the feeling a man and a woman share when they are inseparable. When every moment is an opportunity to show that person how much you LOVE them.

Luv is between friends and associates and requires little commitment, other than that freely given and received in return for the same. Luv is hurried and impatient.

Luv satisfies for the moment, Love for a lifetime.

poetry

What this is

I wonder if you really love me.

I wonder if it’s me you want to be with.

You laugh with me and talk to me

….about her.

She’s included in everything.

But you love me. Right?

We argue when I talk about my feelings.

You ask her about hers.

You console her when she’s sad

With me, its tough love.

You don’t ask about my future.

You know all about hers.

Do you really love me?

I take my time and get myself together for you. You notice her hair, her clothes, her

makeup, her perfume.

This isn’t love. Not even for myself.

I’ve got to move on.