Valentine's Day... Yes I'm a Lover & a Fighter
Don't believe me? I'll dot your eyes and then apologize for it!
...alright, Happy Valentines Day... or whatever.
Some men are just lovers. They don't know how to fight for true love.
Some me are fighters. They don't know how to truly love the one they're with.
Some men, like me, are lovers and fighters:
We fight for true love and respectfully love the ones we are with.
I used to believe in "True Love". You know, you meet someone and BAM! True Love. Well... There may be instant attraction, but as far as instant love? Not!
True Love is the by-product of years and years of making Love work. True Love is like grandchildren. It has to be nurtured, raised, and released to be on it's own. If you did it right, it will render a fruit that will come back to you.
So, to those who contribute to True Love, this day is for you. To all you other Asshxxes, take a cheesegrater to yourself and thank me for the suggestion!
Cheers!
3 comments:
great post!
Happy Valentine's Day, babe!!
You are right. As long as two people have optimism about the future, love and fight are not enemies, they are necessary companions. Strength and tenderness absolutely can, and should, exist within a fulfilling relationship.
Your blog made me think of one of my favorite songs written by two of my favorite artists. I can visualize you as listen to the lyrics.
You are classic, my love, just like this song. Change is inevitable, and often necessary, but at our cores, we still find each other and the things we always have, do, and will love about each other.
I love you, my "boxer":
(excerpt from "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel)
"Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the New York City winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes, he still remains
Li la li..."
For those of you who don't know...
Karin is my babe of a wife.
Thanks Babe! Great reply, not gushi like I thought it would be, RATHER, it was Great!
I love you... Happy Valentines Day!
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