Musings by The Poet Loriet
A Matter of Perspective
It's funny.
When you're young and dating,
it starts out all about fun
and takes a lot longer to
get to the difficult stuff.
It's all movies
and dinners and parties
and laughing and
discovering first kisses
and holding hands.
A good friend told me
that's still what love's
supposed to be like
when it's right.
That's how you know.
Either that or you
have the usual problems
but love each other enough
to overcome them.
She told me it shouldn't
have to be so difficult,
but it is.
I've come to the conclusion
that I hate dating.
It's not easy.
When you're older,
you have children
and interfering families
and financial problems
and advice-spouting friends
and tears and anger
before you ever
get to dating.
You have to cry together
before you can reach
the laughter and joy
that's part of being a couple.
If we could only get to that.
If you'd forget all of this
baoney and just come over and
hold me, you'd find that I
would hold you in return
and things don't look that bad
when you're facing them
with the strength of another's arms.
It's all a matter of perspective.
Instead we dance circles
around the difficult things
forgetting that
the shortest distance between
Point A and Point B
is a straight line.
Lori Beal
When you're young and dating,
it starts out all about fun
and takes a lot longer to
get to the difficult stuff.
It's all movies
and dinners and parties
and laughing and
discovering first kisses
and holding hands.
A good friend told me
that's still what love's
supposed to be like
when it's right.
That's how you know.
Either that or you
have the usual problems
but love each other enough
to overcome them.
She told me it shouldn't
have to be so difficult,
but it is.
I've come to the conclusion
that I hate dating.
It's not easy.
When you're older,
you have children
and interfering families
and financial problems
and advice-spouting friends
and tears and anger
before you ever
get to dating.
You have to cry together
before you can reach
the laughter and joy
that's part of being a couple.
If we could only get to that.
If you'd forget all of this
baoney and just come over and
hold me, you'd find that I
would hold you in return
and things don't look that bad
when you're facing them
with the strength of another's arms.
It's all a matter of perspective.
Instead we dance circles
around the difficult things
forgetting that
the shortest distance between
Point A and Point B
is a straight line.
Lori Beal
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A Matter of Perspective
A Matter of Perspective