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I love you most when … – another love poem

rumi the pull of what you really loveThis is my latest poem. The idea for it came to me about a couple of weeks ago and it has been teasing me ever since. Today I was finally able to get it out and give it a form I was happy enough with.

Here it is:

 

I love you most when …
By Ada Ireland

 

I thought I loved you most when you are happy,
Because your joy makes for the brightest sun
And fills my world with light, and warmth, and color.
It makes me feel like dancing to songs both new and old.

But then I saw you in a mood of gloom and silence,
Your darkness became my darkness, your walls became my pain,
I found myself in places of despair,
I thought I’d never get to see the light again.

At first I cried because it was pitch black and cold,
I felt the painful, frigid shivers in every single cell,
Until my eyes adjusted and saw a different kind of beauty:
The absence of your light brought out the stars and moon.

I made a blanket out of the memories you gave me,
And let its warmth relax me and take the hurt away.
I wrapped that blanket around me and ventured in the darkness.
My tears dried.
The moon shone brighter.
I started seeing again.

The world is very different during night time,
I let my heart look and I listened with my soul,
I saw that even darkness can bring you – my loved one – closer,
And has plenty of color and music of its own.

It was this new found knowledge that freed me from the prison of my sorrow,
And soothed my whole self enough to drift into a restful sleep,
It seemed that only moments later I heard your voice and felt you stir beside me,
Then I woke up and saw my brilliant sun again.

I thought I loved you most when you are happy,
Because I am a lover of the sun,
But with your lows you helped me see the beauty of the darkness,
And so I learned I love you most when you are moody as well.

P.S. Now I’ll go back to writing fiction. I told a very special friend of mine that I’m working on a short story called “The Promise”. I bragged that I would get it done by February 15th. Guess who’s sending me reminders now and counting down the days to my deadline? Yes, that very special friend! Well, you can’t be an awesome friend if you are not honest enough to be an occasional annoyance. Thank goodness for friends like that. In my opinion, they are the only ones worth having.

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