Love Poem No.22

By John Blase | January 30, 2015 |

Contrary to the marital de rigueur,

I’m willing to die for you.

This adolescent culture shakes its fist at

martyrdom while that bearded fool whispers

from the ink-stained margins of time:

Greater love hath no man…

The enduring loves do so because one

chooses to dim so the other might shine.

That I would do this for you and likewise

you would do this for me is the shared heroics

we signed up for. We also agreed upon

forgiveness when we botch this.

8 Comments

Annie B on January 30, 2015 at 5:02 pm

Wonderful.

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- thebeautifuldue on February 4, 2015 at 2:06 am
  
  Thank you, Annie!
  
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thewarwithsarx on January 30, 2015 at 7:00 pm

and boy how we can botch it

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- thebeautifuldue on February 4, 2015 at 2:07 am
  
  Yes, and I may be the chief of all botchers.
  
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pastordt on February 1, 2015 at 4:46 am

EXACTLY. thank you.

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- thebeautifuldue on February 4, 2015 at 2:07 am
  
  Hi, Diana. Thanks so much!
  
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MJ on February 3, 2015 at 2:53 am

Hello the beautiful due, how can I contact you? Have a question!

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- thebeautifuldue on February 4, 2015 at 2:08 am
  
  Hi, MJ. You can contact me at johndblase@gmail.com.
  
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