3 – completion made manifest
Our love comes down to bread, milk and bananas.
The staff of life,
The stuff of bones,
The stomach-cramping fruit, his favourite whole,
I can only eat them baked, cooked or blended.
Our love comes down to who picks up the socks,
And who leaves them on the floor.
Who switches on the lights
And who changes the lightbulbs.
We’ve scaled no mountains (well, maybe Kilimanjaro one day should our bones obey)
We’ve swum no seas (need lessons first, the both of us)
We fought not long nor hard for us.
He did not write a song for me.
He didn’t have to.
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January 9, 2010 - 1:46 pm
this made me smile, in a happy “see marriage is awesome” kind of way.
January 8, 2010 - 1:25 am
i love this
you guys give me hope
January 8, 2010 - 12:16 am
And you will get it Asia.
January 7, 2010 - 3:45 pm
This is so sweet
What resonated?
Our love comes down to who picks up the socks, And who leaves them on the floor.’
Yes it’s strong stuff when we talk about the socks
January 8, 2010 - 12:13 am
Do you also have the same issue with t-shirts?
January 8, 2010 - 12:51 am
T-shirts and Jeans.
EVERYWHERE.
But he’s good in doing the laundry, so I think I’ll keep him
January 4, 2010 - 9:59 am
this makes me jealous for some reason. I want this.