Just like the living need warm sun rays
to warm the blood around their heart,
just like the nights require the days
we believe we need a counterpart.
Some dreams are too selfish to share,
I want to become all I long to be
as well as find someone to care,
I must appreciate me for me.
We must be similar to work
herself she must be to be my lover,
I will embrace all of her quirks
we must accept all of the other.
But it's all facade to reject the known
that we are all born to die alone.
Have a look at this Donne poem: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/goodmorrow.htm
ReplyDeletethis poem for me echoes yours.. you may have read it...great structure...not sure of 'love me for me ' very Californian/self-help sounding try some sense of must be at home in my skin must be ready for her/strong/...'we must be similar to work' is awkward...must build on each other's strengths? ..final coda..great last line can the 2nd to last build towards this - love's union an illusion to insulate us from the bitter fact....