If one person gives
And the other always takes,
One will get hurt,
And you can guess which.
It's a recipe for disaster,
For it's not without a glitch.
They need to meet in the middle,
In between their two worlds.
Compromise is the word for that,
And there is no way around it.
Effort is what is put,
When you are clear about your intentions.
Let the other know for sure,
Without dancing around the bush.
- Robes of a Muse
Love is effortless,
Some say.
But they are wrong,
I differ, by the way.
It's not always
Rainbows and butterflies,
But the daily grind
And pulling the weight.
Love is not instantaneous,
It's by far from that.
It's about being there for the other,
Through the struggles,
Taking the risk,
Even on matters of the heart.
Building and encouraging each other,
Some times being their faith and hope,
But also their most kind critic.
Love, is many things.
But I know, for me,
It's what you make me feel.
A better person, each and every day.
- Robes of a Muse
Much needed rain,
At the wrong time of the day,
Seeking solace,
By telling us what it has to say.
Are you crying for the present
Or the future, that's still at bay?
- Robes of a Muse
I hoped to see you soon,
But that would lead to expectation,
And end up hurting me.
So I thought of Elton John,
When he sang "somewhere out of the blue",
Because that's what my life sounded like.
Me wandering around town thinking,
"I'll turn and I'll see you."
Or maybe the reverse.
My hope of seeing you is too strong
That I no longer want to socialise
Because that would increase my chances of
Seeing you around.
Hope, expectation, disappointment.
Looks like they are a trio teaching me about life with you.
- Robes of a Muse
How do you miss someone you know?
Is it their physical presence that we seek,
Or their heart and soul?
Why do we like to hear another's voice?
Is it because it helps bridge the gap
Dividing, putting distance between people?
How do you miss someone that's in your life?
Is it because they are half way in or
Because you know you want to give them more space?
So, how do we know when we miss someone?
Is it when our heart aches to be near them,
Lay in their embrace, seeking comfort in their scent?
I wonder, how we know when we miss someone...
- Robes of a Muse