Day and night
her complexion changes;
Love or fight
these are her ranges.
And here I am locked into the midst of it,
Trying my best to make out the gist of it.
I’m caught in her spell; she has such a hold on me.
It can feel like hell, but it’s just where I want to be!
When the morning comes, do I stay, or do I go?
With the rising sun, there’s so much I need to know.
As I hold her close, our two hearts will beat as one,
But don’t assume they will beat when tomorrow comes.
Night and day,
haven’t’ got a clue!
Fight or love
either way I lose.
And here she is right in the thick of it,
Trying her best not to get sick of it.
My love for her is far beyond doubt –
But should I love her from the inside or out?
She loves like an angel when all’s going well,
But burns like the devil when things go to hell!
The best I can do is to commit to the fray;
Praying to God I can survive one more day.
Day or night
When will she come to me?
Love or fight
What will her method be?
I try to predict, but she’s much too slick for me,
And if I run, she’s much too quick for me!
This love we share is hopeless and wonderful –
In a black and white world, it’s so bright and colorful.
My fate is cast, so I’ll just make the best of it –
I’ll hold her close, and just take the rest of it.
She’s a riddle, that’s true, but I’ve got her figured out;
At least I think I do, but still, I have my doubts.
Day after day
I’ll continue to work on this –
Night after night
She’ll reset with just a kiss.
4 thoughts on “Scary Love”
We chicks are so confusing huh? LOL Best of luck for you it’s love today =D
So so true. My husband always says how he loves my femininity. Which I know is an obvious trait but these days some women are more masculine, out of necessity most the time, but that’s a whole other issue.
You know this could easily make for lyrics of a song..it is scary isn’t it? Humans can be pretty fickle 😉
I thought about songwriting, but I have no sense of music. The rhythms just come to me, and I try to do justice with them in a poem. Thank you for your feedback…it means alot to me. Yead, we can be fickle…I wrote this because I lived it…more than once. Best wishes, Shree.