Love Unending

I read Mills and Boons today
From cover to cover
And took notice of: And they lived happily ever after.


The author spun the love story
Wove it with the yarn of affection
Sew it with the strand of romance
Took it through love unimagined.

So I saw this love grow
From disdain to denial to dependency
The two love birds excited my imagination
What love!

And in this story is our story too, Sweet one,
Ours is not written within book covers
You will not see it in Mills and Boons
It is not created by the imagination of man.

It is a story we write everyday
In the morning, when I stare a little longer into your eyes
In the park, cuddling you and staying around listening to our hearts
In the evening, when I say bye and holding your arms a little longer
In my dreams, you running as I chase you and finally getting you


We are not fictional characters
Our love is not a story
Our story has no end

Such is our love, Sweet one,
We spin it with the yarn of our presence
We saw it with the uncertainties of a genuine love
Love unending. Love unmeasured.

C) Lorot Salem 2010