A Love Like This

They say
you learn how to love
through reading literature.

I’ve never been a fan
or a cheerleader of things
‘they say’ because
I’ve read lots of books

A hundred or more easily
and none ever prepared me
for loving you. None
told me how to survive
falling deeply in love with you.

I’ve read mysteries, dramas, love stories
biographies, short stories, and of course
Dr. Seuss, but none ever mentioned
the possibility of loving you.

No book ever warned me
how easy it would be to fall for you
when I finally met you.
And no book ever predicted
how I’d fall completely for you
and not even want to get back up
once I’d fallen down.

No book ever warned me
that love could be found
in the words that would form
on your lips or how it could
radiate from your eyes.
That I would learn how to
meditate on the possibility of us
with just one glance from you,
how I’d learn to dream our tomorrows
while living in the fantasy of today,
and believe me no literary genius
could have prepared me for you.

Not even Nicholas Sparks
could advise me on how
to offer you the best of me,
how to let love overtake me,
decide to make room for you
in my dreams or let me know
how ours is the type of love
only the wildest dreams can fathom.

I’ve read page after page
and book after book
but none ever told me that
like the hand of a surgeon
preparing to perform
the most delicate of surgeries,
our love would always be steady.

I dream of your kisses.
I dream of your words.
I dream of your presence
when I’m not near you, I dream
of you and the love
I’ll always value because
I shared it with you
and believe me you’re more
wonderful than any character
in any book I’ve ever read.

According to the books
everyone searches for a love
like ours
for a love like we have —
so how could I know
leaving was a possibility?

That every future love
will bear a silent disclaimer:
I love you but not like
I love him. Because I always
thought the hardest part
would be finding a love like this.
How could I know that
a love like this
could pass on and drift away like
whispered promises shared
beneath a silent sky,
in a place that seemed so
far away from everything and

What book should I have read
to warn me that love
could end up like this?

Peace & Love,


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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