we call it true love.

January 21, 2011

I kind of loved this poem. A lot.

And I apologize for all the poetry lately, but I can't help but share what I love. And I know in the past it's usually been my confessions about Zac Efron, but over the last few weeks it switched over to poetry. So please share this particular love with me (because the real life ones I'm never willing to share) and read on:

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packer
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he's dead.*

It's true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,
He wouldn't tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save,
He says he'd save me.

It's true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True love.**

*haha. my favorite part. p-squared theory comes to mind here (remind me to inform you about the p-squared theory later)

**what do you think true love is really like?


Brittany said...

haha that was my favorite part too.

true love is probably filling. like it makes you feel like you could burst with everything. sometimes it will be angry and hopefully most of the time joy--but true love will fill you up, you know?

emily said...

true love is like this. i LOVE this poem. love love. it's the kind of poem that makes me wish i wrote poems. that were so clever and so honest and perfect like this.

Katie said...

I adore this poem! It's so beautiful :)

Caiti said...

Thanks so much for sharing! I just came across this quote yesterday (and it's by a poet!). It's not necessarily about true love, but your poem reminded me of it! - True love is...it doesn't expect anything different than what that person is, and I see that in this quote.

“I am grateful to have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love, because that liberates. Love liberates. It doesn’t just hold—that’s ego. Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says, ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. But that’s not possible now, so I love you. Go.’” — Dr. Maya Angelou

Girl With The Broken Smile said...

I think true love is when you love somebody as an entire person. Their flaws especially. And you can't think of being with anyone but them. But I can only imagine :)Lovely poem!

Jena said...

I adore this poem...and you!

Always have, always will. Let's be friends forevers.

Katrina said...

This is so cute. I love it. Also, my little sister just wrote a post on love, you should read it because I think it's cute and remarkable mature for a 17 year old :) annaelizabethlewis.blogspot.com

Catherine Anne said...

Completely love this poem... just love it. Thank you for sharing. I have many definitions for true love, but true love (like the true love in the poem) is giving up all of your selfishness and devoting all of that energy to being understanding that one will have flaws and imperfections, but then helping that person to become their best self.

whimsy said...

i think it is like sailing on a sailboat. and NOT wanting to puek.

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