Yesterday I was walking down the street where I live and I must have run into about four couples snogging all over the show like no one's business. I felt like puking at the sight of it all... then I came to the realisation that I was actually jealous because my love life's a bit non-existent at the moment. Instead of going home and drowning my sorrow in ice-cream I dabbled in some poetry and this is what I came up with:
A THOUGHT ABOUT EVE ON SAINT VALANTINE’S DAY
“… a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.” – Genesis 2:24
One day I might be walking down the street…
And all of a sudden there you will be,
As if waiting for me
On that day the sun may or may not shine on our account
Dear God knows, the birds may not even sing
Our meeting may take place in the dead of winter or in the blossom of spring
I would guess the month to be October – things always seem to happen at that time of year
Who is to say it won’t be a dark day of terrible loss and violence
A call to persevere: pure, untainted love founded in a pool of grief and sorrow
The world seemingly passing us by, but from the corner of eyes doubting our little ‘fling’, secretly wishing us ill
You and me, kind of like Fisher’s Lock and Key Hypothesis
No words that I may ever mutter or commit to scraps of paper can do your beauty justice
Your open mind inspiring faith, courage and belief
My love for you, child-like; pure and simple
Because I will give you my all – no more and no less – you may prove to be my fall
I don’t care because I love you
We may be ripped apart by tragedy
And the world may say our ‘doom’ was inevitable, “It was too good to be true”
Stuff the pompous lot with turkey stuffing because I don’t care
I simply and utterly love you
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