while simultaneously being annoyed
It's like an itch you can't scratch
In the best moments, the light shines clearly on her beauty
so enthralling,
her words like dew dripping from leaves
Other times, her sound like the grating of fingernails on a chalkboard,
every idea coming forth, like babble from the mouths of babes
Keeping my brain in check, my throughts and heart pure is the real battle
of love yes,
I said battle
Love doesn't come in puppy love doggie bags,
or honeymoon period butterflies,
not in romance
flowers, gestures or dinners
no, love is a constant battle
a tactical reminder of your own inadequacies,
and misconceptions,
bad strategies and your own insecurities
A constant reminder, of humility.
My wife, turning 50 years today.
She has spent 25 years,
reminding me
on what love is ...
its daily awakenings
to more challenges,
more dilemas,
more wonderment
more courage
more off-beat shit
and more effort needed
I once (out of laziness) said she didn't in fact make me want to be a better man,
what a lazy thought, cop out and lie
The ego plays strange tricks on one's mind,
when in fact the holy spirit wakes me (almost) every day
to the fact:
I am the luckiest guy in the world to have her as my wife
and life partner,
and to be able
to give love
to her
Happy Birthday Ann!
