WILL
YOU
MARRY ME?
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Blubbering
Eyes never held
Tears so whaleful, so fat
Not even the ocean
Contains this much blubber
I am no thing but drowned water
A Writer’s Debt
You make the words flow
That’s how I know it’s love
I owe you this in return:
A flood of feelings that come
In waves, submerges you in bliss,
Until you’re spun to silk between my fingertips
Lovescaping
Never wanted to pollinate
every pretty flower along
the path. Always wanted just one
garden, with one rose, to attend to
and watch bloom, endlessly.
Realizations
Knowing you
Has taught me
There is something
Beyond beauty
Beyond love
Beyond even heaven
Heated Runnings
You do not understand
The depth of my feelings
Or even how deep
I’d run within you
Only an ocean could
Know this vastness
You Are A Poem
A flexible form
made up of lines
no poet should revise
Never restricted
by rhyme or set tradition
like the haiku or the ghazal
You are free
to roam the rules
versed in syllables
unmeasurable by meter
a visual display of alliteration
Something like an ode
with limitless stanzas
your beauty is reminiscent
of a sonnet or villanelle
I could become myself
in your rhythmic pattern and refrains
reading you everyday and in every way
translating you into a thousand laments until
You were my poem:
EPIC
EROTIC
EVERYTHING
Still Developing My Love Formula
Newer Formula
Love = Unconditional [Empathy + Friendship (± √Romance)]Everlasting
Older Formulas
1. Love = [Inner Beauty + Self-knowledge + Reflection]Mind + (Honesty × Compassion × Loyalty)Trust + (Cooperation × Continuity) − Hatred (Emotional + Physical)
2. Love = Inner Beauty of Mind + Self-knowledge of Mind + Reflection of Mind + Honesty-Compassion-Loyalty of Trust + Cooperative Continuity – Emotional Hatred + Physical Hatred
3. Love = Inner Beauty of Mind + Cooperative (Trust + Continuity) – Hatred
These are my ever-changing love formulas, but what is your love formula? I’d loved for you to share!
Vacancy
If you’re looking
For a place to rest
There’s a loveseat
Inside of my heart
Just A Season?
I know it’s called a fall
But is love really supposed
To last for just a season?
Benjamin Grossman 