Monday, February 11, 2013

"Cupid's dart," a poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents 2/11/2013





Love has come to me
Finally.
As from a distant shore,
After many travails and treacherous paths,
My prince of valor,
My handsome companion,
My dearest friend has arrived,
I am so grateful for my romance!
Finally, the longest stretch I get to live
with the deepest love.
I can only desire longer life so as to be with him.
I have everything because of him.
Complete and in league with his wit and wisdom.
Wisdom only gets stronger as we grow wider.
Sharing the jokes, the smile, the laughs,
And the tears with one another.
A poetic monarch lives with me.
A man of mental prowess beyond my realities
His incredible use of language meets my ears from lofty places of thought.
His words are wrought from years of pain, study, and reflection.
How do I answer? But mostly in jest to many of his queries.
Nevertheless, I must spark some inspiration in his mind, for then we go out on a ledge.
We start designing metaphors like pearl from our kissing lips.
Truly, this wife and husband do not match the old marriage cliches.
Only do they match sometimes, when I forget I am with my best friend ,
and speak a sharp word or two of thoughtless rebuke before I catch myself.
Love is the Bliss, and Sex the Calm.
Our union is blessed with two rambunctious dogs.
Our pets add their fervor and fur to the family fun, and they
wag their tails excitedly when we come home!
Our bed is a haven of comfort where we wind up watching TV and
eating a hot, healthy vegetarian meal.
The joy of making music brings us up to higher and happier places,
More so than the soft ticking of the clock.
"Marriage" is but a name to describe a synthesis of mind and heart.
Two souls with similar goals.
Both knowing each others faults,
but not making each other the target of blame,
but rather the target of Cupid's dart;
Because love is the alchemy that unites a pair of people.
It's a private world that keeps sacred the secrets of two hearts
Two hearts who'll shield each other's confidences with care.
Peace comes from patience.
Peace comes from parlance.
We talk things over to learn the ways of life.
We teach one another how to deal with stress, and how to react to disappointments.
What does one do if one cannot ask a question of one's true love?
One must break through the silence and seek the answer anyways.
It is wiser to be thought of as a fool and speak up, than to appear to be wise,
and a fool full of doubt.
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