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How much more love do we really need?
Does it look like more stable marriages and less divorcees?
More faith to find a way though we disagree?
Should there be less tantrums about our wants and needs?
Is it about acceptance instead of accommodation?
Is it a contract without an escape clause .
Is it enjoying the meal in spite of the waiter
How much more love do we really need?
If it truly starts with you and me….
Is self-love a missionaries position?
Is there a bible?
What’s the core values of this religion?
Are the different types of love denominations?
How do we get to more love if some loves seem hateful?
When love shows its face why can’t some fall for it?
Mass produced in many ways, is it cheapened by brand disloyalty?
Your love and my love should have some common ground.
When and where can this so called more love be found?
Is it in the 18 years you stayed for the kids
Believed in second chances while refusing to forgive
Refusing to forget and let he or she live
What’s love if you’re going to act like ….well I love you too much to use you as an insult
It is uncaging, reincarnating, composing without imposing
More than doting on your yes men
It’ll give you more exposure than a naturist at a winter clothing convention
Yes! Full of foibles, fantasies and awe-inspiring flaws
Love is adding a rug, unafraid to be naked when you open the door.
Out of love we go to war and in love, we find peace.
If love makes the world go round, it takes your will just to be.
Some days I wonder whether Eve in Eden was a case of mistaken identity.
Whether Lizzy or Rachael or Ella were meant to be.
With no childhood memories,
Was their first date a snoozefest laced with pleasantries?
Neither could eat from a template of how they’re meant to be.
With no career or previous history, was their first kiss like conservative virgin sex, full of an awkward intensity?
What was the attraction? Looks or personality or just that she had been made from him for him?
Was she as immaculate as a queen?
Did he need to teach her how to manage the home, cook or clean?
It’ll never reveal whether Eve even had sex appeal
Was love meant to breathe with Eve?
Yes, we see that she was given as his one and only.
Was Adam so lonely or just insanely desperate?
Was he rough and ready to her delicate?
Was she tough and he extremely sensitive?
Had he wanted a slice of heaven for the hell of it?
After the novelty had worn off, did he start regretting it?
Want to curse God for blessing it.
Was he sleeping on her subtleties like a sedative?
Or was the union so heavenly that he wanted to make the best of it.
Knowing she was made for him, did he ever wrestle with this so-called blessing?
After they’d been put together, did angels tell him he’d never looked better?
Did he get that constant reassurance they looked good together?
With no ceremony was this the first true marriage or a cohabitation?
Their mere creation a blessing witnessed by his creator and angels
If Adam had a choice would he have remained faithful?
If we were Adam, would we even be grateful?
Accepting that, though love learns the hard way,
Some lives… you’re made for.
White sands fell between them
The morning tide kissed their foreheads
New palms bowed and curtsey in turn
Clouds yawned for the first time as the sky opened its eyes
The wind smiled like a new-born after its first feed
Time had walked the shortest distance from their wrist to their hands
Steady as the drizzle of summer rain, they breathed
Whispers tiptoed from their lips into the oxygen
Like hydrogen they ignited as understanding embraced
Good morning to love said the flame
Finding their soul frequency retinas roared
Detonated heart beats battling soon soothed to an echo
Atlas had become compass in a blink
Yet this was Eden and it would be human to think
So they admired
The apple of their eye was a fruit of their spirit
They’d given lives to acquire the rights to the orchard
Merely breathing was deemed eating of the moment and
Building a city of roses required appetite so apple blossom became staple diet
Welcome to life said the Middle Tree
19 stone smile was bad, like Mike in 87
Until I met the real miss jackson with her hips and twisted melon
Quiet dog and a fruit cake for whom love was a never.
18 years were two words and (an) escaped life sentence
The mirror separated the pedant from the peasant.
In the future an atheist would bring a Christian to repentance
Dating was a time of the month, lust seemed so feral
It was perpetual rebounding until I found my level
If you’re travelling without moving, how do you know haven’t settled?
The love of love was a drug and for pot I never kettled
Not a man united but experience made for a read devil
Making music without producing, I lied to heavy meddle
Hope my nemesis forgives me for being the herb to her petal
Not everyone’s cup of tea but she knew I deserved better.
Would have loved sons but clouds didn’t produce our weather
My love story’s a challenge
With every page I’m counting blessings
I thought my 19 stone smile was bad like Mike in 87
I was a child then and a child then
After 36 months of emptying my vessel to find my forever
I grew up and realised she was simply the start of the lesson
With the examination my ties were shredded
In 6 years of wrestling I’ve done turn buckle swallow dives
My heart learnt to swallow knives
To see if they would cut it I found myself to lose my mind
Sometimes you need a bare soul to grow into your shoe size
Now my 19 stone smile is someone’s 10 or 25
As my smile
Is now mine