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Say I told you all about me as I think I know me as you always want me to-
would you love me still?
Or would you think me unworthy as even I sometimes do?
Say I opened up freely to you as flower petals do bees- would you judge me by my decisions and see me as though I were less of the perfect image you’d captured in your head?
Or would you take me like I do, less or more, yet still me?
Say I stopped being all sweetness and light to you- would you love me still? Or would you think me a farce as even I sometimes think?
Say I laid bare all my fears and insecurities as I sometimes feel- would you term me weak or shallow, less of the pillar of strength you’d envisaged your better half to be?
Or would you see me as I do, an imperfect half needing another half to make a near perfect whole?
Say I spoke the truth always, stripped of sensitivity and stark as light- would you love me still?
Or would you think me harsh as even I sometimes feel?
Say I spoke truthfully and revealed the effort it is being invariably pleasing sometimes- would you think me as fickle, thermostatic and unworthy of your understanding?
Or would you see me as I do, emotionally panoramic and humanly flawed- only trying to master spirit over flesh?
Say I was eighty and no longer sexy- would you love me still?
Or would your picture of me remain retro, frozen in a timeless frame of youthful beauty?
Say I was all wrinkly and flabby, boobs near slings, scents lost in smells- would you see me as unpleasing?
Or would you see me as I would, richer for the times you told yourself you wouldn’t change the experiences for new parts, if every wish were a dime?
Say we agree that ours is a love like the albatrosses- mates for life, loving/hating the kindness/cruelty of time; choosing each other again and again if we had to and remaining ours always- would that suffice to keep you loving me and me loving you?
And would we agree to let love just be what it is: sweetness and hurt, whatever opposites there may be, and just love and love and love and live as it is meant to be done?
Still?
S’ede Alonge © 2011
would you love me still?
Or would you think me unworthy as even I sometimes do?
Say I opened up freely to you as flower petals do bees- would you judge me by my decisions and see me as though I were less of the perfect image you’d captured in your head?
Or would you take me like I do, less or more, yet still me?
Say I stopped being all sweetness and light to you- would you love me still? Or would you think me a farce as even I sometimes think?
Say I laid bare all my fears and insecurities as I sometimes feel- would you term me weak or shallow, less of the pillar of strength you’d envisaged your better half to be?
Or would you see me as I do, an imperfect half needing another half to make a near perfect whole?
Say I spoke the truth always, stripped of sensitivity and stark as light- would you love me still?
Or would you think me harsh as even I sometimes feel?
Say I spoke truthfully and revealed the effort it is being invariably pleasing sometimes- would you think me as fickle, thermostatic and unworthy of your understanding?
Or would you see me as I do, emotionally panoramic and humanly flawed- only trying to master spirit over flesh?
Say I was eighty and no longer sexy- would you love me still?
Or would your picture of me remain retro, frozen in a timeless frame of youthful beauty?
Say I was all wrinkly and flabby, boobs near slings, scents lost in smells- would you see me as unpleasing?
Or would you see me as I would, richer for the times you told yourself you wouldn’t change the experiences for new parts, if every wish were a dime?
Say we agree that ours is a love like the albatrosses- mates for life, loving/hating the kindness/cruelty of time; choosing each other again and again if we had to and remaining ours always- would that suffice to keep you loving me and me loving you?
And would we agree to let love just be what it is: sweetness and hurt, whatever opposites there may be, and just love and love and love and live as it is meant to be done?
Still?
S’ede Alonge © 2011
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