one year
and one month later
we are still learning
adjusting
to each other
finding our rhythm
between love and anger
I said anger, not hate
we could never hate each other
too much love there drowning out hate
yes, misery bubbles out of occasional anger
and a lot of frustration
an unrequited passion
ahhhh, a ripening situation
periodically rising to the occasion
that never really manifests itself
into a predetermined qualification
but we are still here
a fine woman
and her loverboy
wrapped in each others hearts
engulfed in sharp minds
waiting out time
unlike husband and wife
me, by your side
and you with your head buried in my bosom
a place to hide your tears of pain
happy sort of anniversary my darling
kissssssssssssssss
kissssssssssssssss
kissssssssssssssss
now who will take this away from me?