Love is raw, deep and full of
Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw
It is beauty and the beast mixed into one
It is heaven and hell at the same time
Love is not butterflies in your stomach
it is not googly eyes on your mate
it is not apple and spice and everything nice!
Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep
it is a mix of good with the bad
it is calm with a touch of intense
Love is not an act of neediness
it is not jealousy and fear
it is not neediness or helplessness
Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations
it is a pen to paper of goals
it is a cloud full of dreams
Love is not what you think of love
Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love
Love is raw, deep and full of
He is the apple to my sauce
the chocolate to my milk
the cheese to the crackers
He is the cracks from the quake
the flood from the rainfall
the lightning from the storm
He is the crazy in my sanity
The sanity to my crazy
the sanity in our craze
My plate would be
bare without my
My cup would be
empty without my
wine and dine
We would be obsolete
without honey and bee’s
will you please…
It’s that time of the year to say thank you to all those “fathers” who have stepped up and provided for a child physically, mentally and emotionally.
A father is not just a man who “created” life. A “father” is a man who has taken the reigns and provided by their own will. It may be a grandfather, uncle, brother, family friend, or a step-father.
Fathers day is a special day because of the lack of fathers out in the world. Mothers (most) have an instinctual guide to help us parent. Fathers do not (most). I believe this is why it is so easy for so many men to walk away from their own children.
This is why I give father figures the utmost respect because they have taken on a role by their own choice. They have a special kindness in their hearts to embrace the love children give.
Happy Fathers day yesterday, today and tomorrow!
To my own father, thank you for showing me what unconditional love looks and feels like. Thank you for teaching me how to ride a bike, which taught me determination. Thank you for correcting my grammar, which has helped me sound “somewhat intelligent” (haha). Thank you for being my parent. I love you. I miss YOU. You are in my “Strawberry Fields” forever 🍓.
When I die, will you remember my eyes? Will you die because of the cries?
When I die, will you come with or live on and be swift? Will you lift up to kiss me good night?
~When I die, I’ll forever remember our times, our cries and those loud sighs. Late night movies while cuddling with cold toes, our scary shows and our Asian-English subtitled woes. Our silly hugs and passionate kisses. Plain and simple-You-and-I~
When I die, shed a tear of life for we met when times were adrift. Political hate and life on a whim. Global warming while you held me during cold foldings.
When I die, I will explode with confetti as each tear is my life I chose share. I have been filled with love and laughter.
Remember as you stare up not down at my sunny glares.
I love you today, tomorrow and forever until we lay together at bay….
-Cami*Star at the end of 2016
(I’m not quite sure why I chose to write this piece. I am not dying nor physically ill. I presume it is because of all the deaths this past week. Many famous icons have passed this week and death must be on my mind. I don’t feel like death is upon me, but I suppose I wanted to share the love I have. I’m not quite sure. But this piece does share the deep love I have with the ❤ of my life).
My love. My confidant. The man who holds my heart. I knew he was out there. I knew time would lead me to him. One year later and I am the happiest I’ve ever been. That is love.
He is my friend who I can share my thoughts with. He is my co-parent who accepted my 5 year old as his own. Who does that? A real man! This man! My man!
We compliment each other with our own quirky ways. We are like a scale…always evening life out. I have never felt so complete as I do with my number one man.
He plays his guitar as he sings to lyrics that come to his mind. I write with my pen as I write words to create stories. We are a ying and yang of the life of artists.
He is my muse and I am his backbone. He is my King and I his Queen. We rule our world with love, freedom, compassion and most importantly….with unconditional love.
“His hands are as soft as black velvet rose petals”