Love

When you were a child,
It was dad,
It was pink,
It was flowers,
It was bliss.

When you were a teenager,
It was blond,
It was blue eyes,
It was love notes,
It was ecstasy.

When you were a young adult,
It was your best friend,
It was hot,
It was long phone calls,
It was delight.

When you were older,
It was random,
It was obnoxious,
It was fights,
It was tears.

When you are older,
It is your child,
It is persistent,
It is motivation,
It stood the test of time.

Doctors diagnosed it with a multiple personality disorder,
The FBI will offer you a restraining order,
Because it can be as fickle as a feather,
And as unpredictable as the weather.

But Barbie and ken,
Bonnie and Clyde,
Romeo and Juliet,

Simply called it LOVE.

By: A.S (My Wife)

Her Story, Her Hope

She is sick and tired of trying

And ending up in front of a blank wall

People ask her why she shows no emotion

Well maybe it’s because she has tried,

And all she got in return was an ice bucket

They tell her she’s not beautiful

She asks them who defines beauty

She’s sick and tired of trying

And amounting to nothing

People ask her why she doesn’t trust

Well maybe because she has tried,

And all she got in return was a stab in the back

They ask her who she aspires to be

She tells them she’s creating her own person

People ask her why she doesn’t watch the news

Well maybe because she has tried,

And all she saw were people in expensive suits

Speaking empty words, promising the impossible.

Now, when you see that girl sitting alone,

Ask her to tell you her story.

Disappointment is all she ever got

Under the Christmas tree that she never had

She has learnt the hard way, that expectations

only ever lead to disappointments.

She still has hope,

That one day, the world will be a better place

Where your inner beauty will be more

Important that the birthmark on your face

where your wealth will be measured by

your values and not how many zeros you have.

By: A.S (My Wife)