There were days when we fought
A war that shook us
And made us both answer
Questions that never should have been asked.
When love is deep, the water's not always still.
When passion is surging there is
No place to hide, no weapon banned.
Then there came a
Pause of tumult, a slow-grow
Truce in the love war when,
Like two exhausted wrestlers spent,
We just ran out of steam;
Frustrated anger petered out
To an unresolvable slowdown,
A lengthening hiatus,
A livable segway
Into something new.

That was years ago,
Now when I look over
At her, and breathe with her,
And sleep with her, and love her
I think of a strange word from a
Strange poem: Nevermore.

The struggle's over,
Love always wins.
Evermore.

08/07/2011

Posted on 11/03/2011
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