Wishes O Wishes..

I wish Love didn't have innumerable definitions..I would have liked to define it for myself
I want there to be no right or wrong..I want to make that choice for myself
I dream that the terms orthodox and unorthodox die a silent death...and then I would go down this unbeaten path myself
These subtle difference..these daunting parallels..I wish to eliminate them...if not from this universe then from my life at last..

This is how I love you..

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain dark things,

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that rose,

from the earth lives in my body in darkness.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where

I love you directly without problems or pride

I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love

Except in this form in which I'm not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams

Pablo Neruda

A Love Poem

Once I was a beautiful shell

Giving life to the creatures of the sea

Tides and time pounded on me, breaking me bit by bit

Then I was stuck nowhere to go...

The barnacles found a place to dwell

But Mother Ocean gave me a second chance

The tides washed me upon the shore

There I lay waiting in the sun, dull and chipped and ugly

Then, you came along and found me

The barnacles were picked, the sand washed off

You polished me up and brought out my luster...

I'm still chipped with imperfections

But you laid me out for everyone to see...

The beautiful colors inside me

Now I'm shiny with colors and gold

The tides have yet to see me grow old

With the tenderness and care you gave me

I am once again a beautiful shell..