I fell in love with other people in my early years,
Not getting the love I wanted brought me to tears.
We all want people to love us for our faults,
Deep down we know that is part of the waltz.
But I needed to learn to love them for their cracks,
Or else I would continually feel chopped up by their axe.
Every person has strange manners to other eyes,
Our uniqueness eventually comes with no surprise.
After seeing more about how to tango with her,
New lessons came from the wind’s whisper.
Looking in a mirror and giving to myself what I expected,
Love found a new center with force to be directed.
A strange conversation with judges, lawyers, and the media,
Trying to untangle meaning within without a good encyclopaedia.
Acquiring this love opened a door that I didn’t expect,
A door to the next dance I needed to detect.
Love for another and love for oneself are one type of task,
Love of life and reality was the next one to unmask.
Once again, I needed to love all of life’s supposed imperfections,
Realizing that love eats its own tail with never ending corrections.
It is a long road that is full of nonsensical paradoxes,
Destroying and then recreating all the mental boxes.
Learning to let go of hate but still loving hate,
Would life be life without hate on the plate?
To love tears, to love rage, and to love despair,
To love all the real things, good or bad, in the air.
Isn’t everything on earth and in the stars pretty great?
After all, there is no other reality in which we can relate.
What does it actually mean to truly and fully love life?
Perhaps having the most mysterious, miraculous, and moody wife.