Sunday, November 15, 2015

Poverty

Poverty love is the most romantic.
He had nothing and because of that he gave his love.
For him this saying holds no truth,
“You are rich, yet you want to be loved as if you are poor.”

For him, he was poor but loved as if he knew no hunger;
as if he knew no poverty.

Countless hours, for days we were never granted,
were spent chatting.
Caressing the thought of time stopping and staying
for a day or two in each others arms.
Kissing away our doubts as the day came too quickly to an end;
As darkness quickly surrounded us.

I was reminded that he was poor.

That his love, molded by poverty came at a price.
Because for him to maintain the little he has he must work;
He must earn in order to sustain.

But did I need his money?
No.

His money met nothing to me for his love was the sweetest I ever tasted.

The love of a poor man was indeed my greatest riches.


(inspired by the film “Queen of Hearts”)

To Reign

I reign as his queen yet
he fails to recollect the sound of my voice.

Our distance is truly great yet
when he calls for me a smile appears.

This isn’t love.
Just the beginning stages of infatuation.

Will it lead to lust?
Only time will tell of our tale.

I reign as his queen yet
we’ve only touched once.

The sun slept as the stars danced
and the ideas of possibilities lingered in the night sky.

This isn’t love.
Just the beginning stages of infatuation.

Will it lead to lust?
Only time will tell of our tale.

I reign as his queen yet
he knows nothing about me.

He knows not my history.
He knows not my aspirations.
He knows not my fears.
He knows not my concerns.
He knows not my moods.
He knows not my family.
He knows not me.

And yet.

And yet.
I continue to reign as his queen.

But does he reign as my king?

Well, this isn’t love.
Just the beginning stages of infatuation.

But could it lead to something more?
Only time will tell of our tale.