A Love Poem

Sanguine, you are
in the heart of your knowing,
staring at something
I can see in your face
has captured your full attention,
wondering obliquely
what meaning you’ll give to it.
Fragile goddess of mine;
one moment you are,
the next you are not.
In the soft light of dusk
I marvel at the grace
I’ve been given,
to have met such a sight
as you in the present moment.

 

Quote #66

“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.”

― Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe