A relationship is something one can never easily explain. The fights, tears heartbreak and pain you face over and over again. It's also a platform to learn to love someone more than yourself. With her tantrums and childish behavior with which you've always dealt. You've knelt down in front of her as she weeps caused by your anger and rage. You tell her you love her and didn't mean things you said on that stage. She craves your time, compassion and care, she waits anxiously for you to come back when you aren't there. She stares into blank open spaces thinking of your lame jokes that now make her laugh. You look at the bite and scratch marks on your skin for irritating her by calling her retarded and dafted. Like a sculptor to his craft her beauty leaves you in awe. Her voice you soothing sensation like the birds chirping in the morning and the crowd that caw. She stands by your side in the kitchen as you cook her every meal. She sits like a child as you feed her the food she loves. Her beautiful brown eyes capture the songs of the angels above. Her hair falls gently on the side of her face. Kiss her forehead and you'd have your immediate warm embrace. The traces of her skin stay on yours when you are away. Her smile like a song in your head stuck on replay. Blessed is the feeling of her head on your chest. She holds your hand throughout life's test. The taste of her lips is wine at best, her name on your lips as you lay your head to rest. She can't live without you nor you with her. You'll both losing eachother is your biggest fear. The rain hides her tears and freshness of her beauty. His presence chases away her demons and loving her becomes his duty. So a relationship is bond which you can't explain. I've had 11 to my name, each teaching me values of love and care, all things good. I maybe single and happy but I know how things would work and should. So if you love someone with utmost commitment and care. Stay by her side and always be there. Cause if you don't have plans to place a ring on her finger and hold her everynight. I don't think as a man you deserve to be in her life.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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