The One, The Only You

I love you

the way you talk and the way you move

your curves and the work of your hands

I love that I am yours

and you are mine

and that we are in this thing together

You are more than at my side

You ARE my side

and that’s Biblical

My Eve, mother of all that is good

in me

I love you I love you I love you

My darling, the one the only you

Thank you for choosing me

as I have chosen you

today tomorrow and always

Yours

True Romance

True romance is found in pajamas,

sitting around reading a book,

and talking at tea shops

until the words run out.

 

True romance is day-long outings

to places you have never been before,

to explore something at a whim.

They’re in compliments over dinner

and simply holding hands while walking down the street.

 

True romance is found is the quiet running of errands

the conscious choice to spent time together,

being engaging,

laughing, listening, being a sounding board

to the day’s (mis)adventures.

 

True romance is found outside of solutions

when drama is spilled forth,

in the simple words “that stinks” and “I’m sorry.”

 

It’s helping out someone in need,

a friend, a family member, some guy on the street.

It’s cheering your partner on as they pursue their dreams,

and calling them out when they go astray.

 

It’s forgiving and being forgiven.

It’s serving God together

and hanging out with mutual friends.

 

It’s a hug. It’s a touch. It’s a smile.

It’s all the little things, as fluttery as a butterfly

caught up in the wind.

 

A Hope of Romance

He had always considered himself a jester or a villain, someone brought in only to entertain or to kick before throwing out again; but there he was, in class, and the teacher gave him a script to read. It was a simple story about two friends trying to save a school. He performed it to the best of his ability. At the end, there was a collect “awww,” not aww as in pity or remorse, but in sympathy and encouragement. An eternal “isn’t that cute.”  The teacher turned to him and said, “you know, you could play a romantic lead one day.”

 

The student’s heart became afflutter. Romance was for the main stream, not the side characters. He never dared dream he was worthy of it. But here he was, hoping against hope, dreaming hard enough to be made reality. And the dream remained, though it took him a long, long while to see it achieved. But hope is a wonderful thing, flowers from the pavement, refusing to be quenched once ignited.

We all need a little hope in us. Thank you, Jesus.

Through the Night

They held each other’s hands
as they watch the sun descend up on the waters.
they laid back upon that picnic blanket,
there by the lake,
as the moon arose.

“I thought I was alone in this world,” said one.
“Me too,” said the other.
“I’m glad we’re here,” said the first.

“Me too,” seconded the second.

And they cuddled and cooed

until Sun rose up again.