THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

As you stroll down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Think of me because that’s where I’ll be

You put me there even though it was more than I could bear.

You see, you did not care anymore

Upon that dream, one day closed the door

You riddled me with holes from your scorn

Leaving me to do no more but mourn

To cry the lonely tears of frustration

To lament what we could never be

To disrupt my life and my concentration

Never to hold me tenderly

Only to align yourself as the enemy.

As though I were the only one to blame

Never once to look inside yourself to see the cause of shame.

No, to you it was just a game.

Once again, the tumbling dice are rolled

It is my river of blood running cold

Because no longer did you give a damn

You had turned into a beast, a ram

Breaking my dreams and my heart

Despite my screams upon delivery of the dart.

I chose you as a supplicant, but you offered me no absolution

You turned me away because I made you sick

Now all I do is rave and rant, leaving me in the state of confusion

Because never once was I the one you could pick.

Now Eponine’s cry of unrequited love is my own

Out here on my own Boulevard of Broken Dreams

If you ever care to see me, that’s where I’ll be.

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A WEDDING PROPOSAL

The fire of a thousand suns does not equal the ardor I have for you

I thirst for your mouth, your touch, your passion igniting upon me

I long to hear the words of love I have uttered a thousand times.

The brilliance of the sunrise I see in your delightful smile

The multi-colored hues of the sunset are the dreams I have of us.

 

When I am with you, I am content

Eating, kissing, touching, holding dearly

Consoling, problem-solving, trusting

These are our daily bread and for this, we pray.

 

I am for you and you are for me

We are conceived as one flesh

Distinct, separate yet joined

Our souls merge in unison in absolute joy

Knowing true happiness with our partner.

 

“I cannot live without you. My life is meaningless

Without you to share the joy and the sorrow

Your happiness is my highest aspiration–

Beyond wealth, material possessions or each of our faults.

I know and accept all of you, the good and the bad

And I am exuberant because of all you make me feel.

Please, my love, will you have me?”

 

And he replied “I will take you again and again even as we have been joined before…

Yes, my Cassandra, witch, beggar, temptress, I will be thine.”

And then they both cried for joy as it had been a long road they had travelled.

WHAT IS LOVE?

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A fresh pressed rose lovingly preserved in the pages of a beloved book

A feeling of sublime intimacy, of candied orchids dipped in velvet fudge

A set of genitalia in consummate ecstasy, shared in the marital embrace

 A sense of anything is possible, le joie de vivre (the joy of living)

Sharing new experiences, giving what no one else has had,

Going to new places, because the lover would delight in it, and so do you, because he does.

Learning a new skill, a new dish, a new technique, a new garment to please

Working long hours and traveling far distances just so the burden is not his alone, but shared. 

Delight in agreement over a restaurant, a movie, a show, a vacation, a way of disciplining a child 

So that she does not grow up wayward, but a credit to herself and you both. 

Disagreeing but always remembering the core respect of the couple for each other. 

Talk and honesty most of the time; compromise; willingness to share in all the good and the bad together

Visiting the ill, comforting the elderly, counseling and teaching the young together. 

 

The best test is the one where one person is willing to forego their own needs and their own shot at happiness

Just so the beloved can achieve the pinnacle of success and love with another. 

Though it hurts, the one who sacrifices this will achieve much: they will see their beloved free and happy

And that will be enough for them, as true love does not possess, but allows the other their free choice of who is best for them. 

Sleep sweet, beloved, as the sacrifice weeps for what cannot be had- you. But your happiness is a higher goal. 

And what is given comes back to you: Karma. “Knock and the door will be opened.” 

But only if the heart survives the loss the first time. No guarantees in life. The beloved who gives up may perish,

But know she will be happy that you achieved your best outcome.

“For whosoever gives up his life for His sake will regain it in Heaven.”