For so long…
He wanders where it is.
For so long…
He hears it is there.
For so long…
He yearns to feel its touch.
For so long…
Yet still he waits.

It’s perfect,
So he is told.
It’s flawless,
So he is led to believe.
It’s everywhere,
So it is felt.
It’s her.
Yet still he waits.

He sees her,
Dancing free.
He hears her,
Singing her own words.
He is trapped,
In her existence.
He is passion.
Yet still he waits.

She is the music.
He cannot retreat.
She is the air.
He cannot retreat.
She is not his.
He cannot retreat.
She is not full.
Yet still he waits.

The lioness is not quiet.
She stalks her prey.
The lioness is not quiet.
She needs more each day.
The lioness is not quiet.
Her pride is not enough.
The lioness is not quiet.
Yet still he waits.

In all things earthly,
They are the same.
Through each and every day,
They are the same.
Together they fight their demons,
They are the same.
Their souls have become one.
Yet still he waits.

Her heart is his,
As his soul rests in her palm.
Her heart is his,
There is no question of why.
Her heart is his,
Thought they are both bound.
Her heart is his,
Yet still he waits.

The waiting has almost reached its end.
He knows she will soon be his.
This day is where he risks everything,
And that is what he would lose.
To have her in his arms each day,
His meager life he would give away.
The waiting ahs almost reached its end,
And together they will face a new day.

Through everything, highs and lows, ups and down, through all the good times (I know, it reeks of a cheezy love song), I would be honoured to “do it together”… with you. I have something brewing in my mind, it’s been festering for some time now, but the essense of it is starting to come together.

I too am a writer at heart, and there’s only one reason I’ve not yet written you a poem or story. It has, and by has I mean tehre is absolutely no alternative, be completely perfect. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and have even tried to write it, on at least 5 occasions. It just isn’t enough. But it’s time for you to hold your breath, because it’s coming soon. Very soon. My head’s in the right place, and my heart is in the perfect place.

I love you baby girl. The next post on your blog (by me) will be the first post on my blog.

Your always,
forever,

DJ Smurf

Firstly, let’s talk about Valentines Day (since it’s but a few days away, almost 3 years since this was written). I personally am not a huge advocate of VD (perhaps not the best abbreviation, no diseased intentions here ;), why do people need a specific day to validate their love or attraction? Why is it necessary to buy someone a gift on this day to show them how you feel? Each and every day should be a celebration of love. Each and every day should be the culmination of a years waiting, yearning, wanting. Yes, I suppose in the greater scheme of things, and more specifically in general, the spark eventually dies and you need to start working on it. My question is… why?

I’ve recently met my nemesis. I call her my nemesis because she has changed the way I think about love. She has completey obliterated all fantasies and notions I ever had. I used to think along similar lines to what you have mentioned here. Lust and attraction, fun and games are often misinterpreted as love. This, however, blows my mind. I don’t believe that this one will ever die out. With hardly any work at all, it has quickly developed into something I’ll not easily let go of. Granted, there have been moments and issues (from both parties) but I guess that’s to be expected in any relationship. Without fights and arguments, how exactly do you get to know one another properly? How do you build boundaries? You need to piss someone off to find out what it is that pisses them off. You don’t get manuals with these things, but that would be bloody marvelous wouldn’t it?

Which brings me to my final point, which non-coincidentally happens to be yours too.

Lust. Lust does not have to be about taking. Again, tradition and society suggest that it is a selfish act, and all about getting what you want. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Each and every day I am consumed with lust. To the point that I can not wait to get home and ravage (and be ravaged). And the longer this relationship goes on, the more urgent the lust becomes. Isn’t that the wrong way around? It’s supposed to slow down, isn’t it? Lust forms an intergal part of love (I guess I’m finally getting to my point). Without it you might as well be hanging around with your cousin. But, and this is a big but. It’s not all about lust. Combine that with comfortable companionship, rip-roaring laughter, and a zest for life like no other, and you have in the making the perfect partnership. I think I’ve said enough now, so I’ll leave you with one final thought…

Happy Everyday, on the 14th of Feb I will love you more than I do today, for no other reason than that I fall a little more in love with you every day. It’s got sod all to do with fat little cherubs shooting arrows into the hearts of those silly glits waiting for them.