In Love with You Poem by Kris Jordan

In love with you

Poetry by Kris Jordan (c) 2011

 

I don’t read romance novels

have no silly ideas from those

no longing for gushy stories

 

so why,

when I listen to John Cougar Melloncamp on the radio,

do I think of us?

do I think of Little House on the Prairie

and the romance of a simple life

the passion of ending a hard day

with only you

and a quilt I made to keep us warm?

 

When I met you,

sex became making love and passion became more than lust.

Hurt became hurt like never before

and tears became a reality,

not just something seen on TV.

 

You woke me up, made me alive

I’ll take the pain with the pleasure

because I am thankful to be here with you.

 

I don’t watch love stories

have no thoughts of kissing in the rain

no wish for midnight serenades.

 

so why,

do I dream of a cowboy; my long hair whipping in the wind

and think of us?

do I think of your stinky boots

and my love affair with angst and struggle

the passion of ending a hard day

with only you

and a quilt I made to keep us warm?

 

When I met you,

love songs began to make sense and colors appeared much brighter.

Hurt became hurt like never before

and tears became a reality,

not just something seen on TV.

 

You woke me up, made me alive

I’ll take the pain with the pleasure

because I am thankful to be here with you.

 

why does it make me think of you?

 

Author’s Commentary

This poem felt more like a song to me. When I wrote it I was feeling this emotion of love, but I was reflecting on the nostalgic feelings of it more than the emotion itself. I had a feeling that love felt rugged, full of angst and struggle and I wasn’t sure why I saw it that way. While did I feel like being in love was like being a homesteader?

To me, love is passionate and yet feels like hard work, yet is worth every bit of pain.

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