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.
I keep relating so well to your words. thank you for sharing another great poem.
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Don’t cry…I hope my word don’t wound. Never my intent.
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No I think it was good to cry, I needed to be less inward looking and think of those around me. It wasn’t really your words but my actions that made me cry so please don’t feel responsible
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