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Elizabeth Roth Oct 2012
I love you just as every day was our first
also as it could be our last.
I love you for present, future, and past.

I doubt we'll fight one another
I need only fight myself
From over-reacting and being rash
And putting my emotions upon a shelf.

Why is it always first response
To blame outside yourself
When dilemma comes from
A spirit without inner health.

One thing I can promise you
Though I may cause you distress
Is to apologize and learn for future
I will guarantee you my best
Your love I will not test
Dear I won't blame you
For issues you cannot grasp.

I adore your scent and the smile
that flees from your face
to counteract your sadness which
within you has no rightful place.

When you touch me reality disappears
The world fades along with my tears
Your body blends in with mine
Together we create a never ending line.

Your honesty is a blessing
Your kindness is resfreshing
Your care and concern
breathe life into my being.

Your affection is an element
with a half-life of forever
on my skin and mind and spirit
your kisses tingle and linger.

No other one could do what you do
And so I am thankful to have met you
Thank you for letting me in, dear
I promise to take care
and caution with your life
I won't ask to be your wife.
I need only know I have your love
And promise to give you mine
I need no contract to bind our time
We needn't share space or money or bills
The only thing I ask we share with
one another is the true love neither us
can describe, though I've done my best here
I know it's not quite right.

**There will never exist a man I love
as much as or the way I love you.
So you have me unconditionally
until our life together is through.
Falling more and more
Into the depths
Of my inner-world
Where depression reigns,
Where there is no relief,
Where the darkness
Is all consuming,
Where my heart turns to stone,
Where it aches and bleeds,
Where l am a prisoner,
Where I am nothing.
Any substance, only faked
Intuituve intelligence
Ha! Whoever heard of such a thing?
I must have made that up
To cover for my glaring inadequacies.
I fooled them though...
Even had a Geophysics professor
Indiana University, Bloomington, Indiana
Talking to me.
He thought I was refreshing.
Wow, what a treat.
Wow, me refreshing?
What a joke.
I am anything but resfreshing...
I am a joke...
I am a fairly well accomplished woman with major insecurities.  I felt I had an intuitive sense about me and later it became intuitive intelligence.  At the ripe old age of 76, my intelligence is in major remission it seems.  Thus the poem.

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