INVERSE

I'm so glad you aren't One of those superhuman Stone idols with feet of stone.  They are perfect, it is true, With their chiseled ideals And strong arms that protect one From the outside world.  But what if the mistake's mine? A clash against those rigid arms Right though they may be, Will only cause  Pain to me and cracks to you.  No, I'm glad you are, my idol, Not of stone through and through.  Your inner softness is so pure, It's the very thing That draws me to you. Now I know I'm safe. Your arms will defend me Against the cruel world. Yet I'm of use too, To protect your softer self. You defend me and I you - A perfect shield we'll be. 

A love like ours is a solid ball, pitching back and forth between two kids that don't really know the game. Perfectly spherical at first, shiny, smooth, but also slippery. Each time we dropped it, it chipped a little bit off- a sharp pointy edge to remind us of its fall. Now its not smooth any more A mass of jagged corners That cuts us with each pass. We can only wish for those days When each throw was a joy. I dropped the ball, More times than I can count. You're the better player, but You've slipped up too. Oh no, here it comes- My hands are already bleeding. I can see your blood on the edge And that makes me feel worse. I wonder if you hate the game now? "Do you want to stop playing ? I'll play as long as you want to." Each one waits for the other to say "enough". But don't you wish for that new ball that once was? I wish I'd played better. I hate when my mistakes Cause your hands to bleed. ...

How did so many golden days pass us by so soon? Why is He who grants it all taking away this boon? Will I ever find the strength to say all I have to say? Will those words make us one or simply drive you away? Why am I, in the middle of a crowd, smiling yet desolate? Weren't you the one who promised that our hearts would always resonate? Why is it that, despite my hopes, I know there's no tomorrow? Yet why do I save my bleeding tears in these useless words of sorrow? How hard it is to find the words when the heart is mute with pain! All I want to know is if/when I will ever see you again...

What is joy ? I look into his eyes And know that he is mine, As the sleigh bells jingle And all the light bulbs shine. What is happiness ? Saturday morning in bed - I cuddle in his arms And watch his pleasant dreams With their artless little charms. What is laughter ? The world is him and nothing else But the music of his voice How did I ever get so smart That I made him my choice ? What is ecstasy ? In a moment of blazing passion I look into his face And see my heart's beating Reflected in his gaze. What is fear ? I really wouldn't know For he is always near - He'll carry me across seven seas And wipe my every tear. What is love ? After a long hard day, I'll go that extra mile, Do all those little nothings Just to see him smile. Dedicated to all couples in love. :)