100 Reasons Why I Love You

This poem has been in the works for many years. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m excited about what I have so far. I’m probably more excited because I have had the time, since I’m on winter break, to devote to reading and writing. And, just one of the things I’ve been working on is this poem:

Last night when I
should have been sleeping I
was thinking of all the reasons
why I love you.
Did you know it’s more than
one hundred reasons why–
one hundred and one, to be exact.

A smile that reaches your eyes, that’s a
number of reasons why—your eyes
how they say to me what
your lips sometimes can’t speak
Two lips that part when
I see you and you see me
What a beautiful smile. I could live
forever on just the nourishment of
just one of your smiles.

And yet we both know it’s impossible
to love what you cannot protect.

Is it possible to fall in love
with a voice—to hear the
briefest of words spoken and just know
words have always been the beginning
of everything, this is true even of our love
I fell in love with your words, the way
you said the words ‘I love you’
not always using that well-worn
phrase—we discovered other ways
to say what has been clearly written
on both our faces. How can anyone miss
that light that sparkles in your eyes? How
can anyone not know that I could never be
happy just lying in your arms, I want
to always be in your life.

The second time around love is just
as sweet, who would have thought
it could be? That rememory could
conjure up delicious images of your lips
pressed against mine and how it’s so sweet
to feel the softness of your lips time after time?
or that it’d be so easy to remember lying by
your side sharing slices of life, the history
of you and me? I held onto every word
every memory you shared with me.

And yet we both know it’s impossible
to love what you cannot protect.

Peace & Love,

P.S. I know I’m going to regret it tomorrow, but I’m going to do some more writing. It’s nearly three a.m. but I’m not tired yet. And, by the way, the Kindle version of my last collection of poetry, Blues of a Love Junkie, is free for the next few days. Download a copy and let me know what you think. You can access it  here.

Happy reading! Happy writing! And Happy New Year!


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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