I was once thanked for tolerating someone-

But that wasn’t good enough.

Bleached bone is tolerated by the crow when the meat is all but gone,

The meal was good but the ivory incantation marks its end.

The sky tolerates dark clouds before the moment of precipitation,

They cover its beauty but without the rain there would be none to see it.

 

I was once thanked for acknowledging someone-

But that wasn’t good enough.

Time is acknowledged by the watchmaker for it shapes his craft,

Without the phenomena he would be without work but he must remain wary of it constraint.

The award acknowledges the nominee when they come close to victory,

While they leave with nothing they sweeten the pot for those who did.

 

I was once thanked for appreciating someone-

But that wasn’t good enough.

The moon is appreciated by the tide for the roles they play for each other,

The two live in tandem trading movements for motions but they can never truly touch.

Silence appreciates the noise with the brief moments they share,

When one consumes the other they can meet for a time but that will never be enough.

 

I was once thanked for loving someone-

Like the flower loves the bee,

Like the sword loves the sheath.

Love as if the pain of your absence never ceases

And the joy of your presence always increases.

A love that I know

And that you know that I know

And that I know that you know that I know.

A love that gets lost in your sapphire eyes

When I try to see if it’s all been lies.

Love that is your sun soaked skin in the Summer,

Love that is your auburn hair in the Autumn,

Love that is your warm arms in the Winter,

Love that is your supple lips in the Spring.

A love of hands brushing hair behind ears

And dear departures held back with tears.

Love even if you love another,

Even if we can’t have each other.

Love like I will see you every day,

Love like I will never see you again.

A pure kind of love.

A ring on your digit, so nervous I fidget kind of love.

A red lipped, house rocking, don’t-come-knocking kind of love.

A fight on, stay strong, suffer through the pain, everything to gain kind of love.

Love in this second and the next second

And in every second that makes up every minute

That makes up every hour for the rest of my life never wasted time,

Loving you.

Eternal

Wanting

All consuming love.

That and only that was good enough.