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Created on: August 18, 2010
Our love was freshly brewed Arabian aromatic love
And awakened sleeping volcanoes
My desire to love him ruptured more
With each passing day
When he graced me with his presence
My belly turned acrobatic flips
Quicker than any Gold Medalist
I gazed into his telling eyes that
bent upward in gentle smiles
He was my love ally
I knew he understood the heartaches I had
Tried to convey to others time after time
I softly whispered in his ear
"I love you so much"
As I gently stroked the tresses and sniffed his sweet smelling hair
I peeked from behind his shoulder while nestled snugly
In the trenches of his arms
Safety surrounded me from my past of throbbing pain
That would attack me when I saw families together
Sharing that special bond of family unity
Feelings of abandonment haunted me
Icy tears would stream down my
Cheeks with more unison than the Great Lakes
As I lay somberly in my bed
I had dreamt of having a family
A father that burst into the door with anticipation
Who would greet the family with hugs and kisses
While merrily singing "Daddy's Home" in a deep masculine voice
After a long days work in a hostile " Big Dog Eats little Dog World"
A mother who would adorn my hair with frilly
Ribbons and bows
She would nurse the scraped stinging knees
We would have long conversations about
Puberty, boys, and all the growing pains
She would escort me into womanhood
I had barely escaped the dysfunctions
Of a home filled with loud tormenting shrills
Where the overpowering stench of alcohol filled the air daily
A mother who made excuses for her husband
She tried to explain away the bones that ached and that cried
For mercy with agony
She wore sunglasses to hide the black matching
Ringlets around her eyes
Was justice ears still circulating with listening?
She continued to be a rose in his garden of pain
To her he was the essence of Love
The only love she ever knew and understood
I gritted my teeth in regret
As I held my gift tightly I knew God had
Answered my prayers
I felt an overpowering love
blossoming from this man.
It's as though God had used and breathed emergency
Love into him to resuscitate my love and to sojourn with me in life
"I will build my own dynasty" I thought to myself
I had to move past the horror
I had lived in my childhood
I will be a strong courageous leader
For my family with this man by my side
No great ruler ancient or present can
Stomp out the blazing engulfing flame
Or the dynasty which is to come
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