Dew by Design.

I don’t love you just because you love me

Returning my affection is not a requisite of my love

I don’t love you because of your skin

Skin lies

And love sees through it

I don’t love you because of your hair

50 years from now it may all be gone

Love is timeless

I don’t love you because o your touch

It only reinforces the love we share

I don’t love everything about you

Like your insecurities

But I am not afraid to love you despite them

I don’t know enough superficial things about you

To give them more merit than they deserve

I do know that I dream of you

And your smile

And ways to keep that smile stretched across your face

I know that your intelligence is subtle

And your sensitivity is embracing

I know that selfishly I never want our hugs to end

I know that if I were to love you for anything physical

It would be your kiss

I know that you are in my life for a reason

And I love you

©2006 Dew

Holidays come and go. I have experienced 27 of which 21 of them I can vaguely remember. It never fails though, that I always get this warm and fuzzy feeling somewhere close to Thanksgiving and it hovers over me until sometime after my birthday.

I don’t have a large family. It’s just my mom, sister and myself. I have great friends and even some above average associates but the holidays still seem to be a longing time for me. Maybe it plays to my insatiable emotional appetite but still. I never can understand or quite put in perspective my need for more. Drive is good but never being satisfied with anything isn’t.

However, there is a bright side to all this self-realization.  In understanding my flaws I am able to channel my constant desires through poetry or stories or painting. This way I can take in what I feel, accept it and release it constructively.

All this to say I write the most during the holidays and right now I’m bored.