He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.
I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.
The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages
Love can make a person crazy.
One moment we can be flying
high as a kite in bliss-filled folly,
and the next, be stuck knee-deep
in the fast forming muck of dolor.
Mostly makes me wonder,
is there ever an end?
Even though I already suspect
I know the answer,
I’ve still never figured out how
to live with the tragedies of love.
I just continue to remain tangled up
in all the delights and despairs,
entertaining the knock of love
whenever it happens to find me.
Seems like I would’ve learned
my lesson by now,
but I guess that just shows
the true value of love.
It’s worth more than any cost
we could ever bear.
So we open our arms to it,
time and time again,
hoping that someday
happiness will come along
instead of dismay.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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We pretended we didn’t know each other.
Then we pretended we didn’t like each other.
And because we pretended for so long,
I think I started believing in the pretends.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Oh why can’t we make love instead of war?
Isn’t love supposed to make the world go round?
And if a thing of beauty is a joy forever
Then where is this everlasting joy?
A soft answer surely turns away wrath
But what ends up taking its place?
I’m always hopeful that love will find a way
And yet the journey of a thousand miles must begin with that first step
I wonder… am I really ready to begin that expedition?
I’ve been reminded in recent days of how misery loves company
And a friend in need is a friend indeed
But if opportunity never knocks twice
Then how did I end up here?
Cold hands are supposed to equal a warm heart
So I’ve been looking for the chilliest weather I can find
But I know Rome wasn’t built in a day
And it seems that time is taking its own sweet time
It definitely takes two to tango
And you can’t teach an old dog new tricks
So where in the world does that leave me?
And don’t get me wrong…
I know you can’t win them all
But people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones
Especially since all is fair in love and war
© 2021 Michelle Cook
* Here’s a glimpse of some of my old writing, all the way back from 2016.
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