The Second Wife

They saw you dance

at your brother's wedding ceremony.

You descended the stairs,

resplendent in blue,

and danced to your filmi songs.

The Old Man was in the front row

in the seat of honor,

swatting away servants

as they bowed to hand him almond milk

and kneeled to touch his feet.

He did not want them touching Him,

and He swished his scarf around

as a proud old stallion swishes its tail

to ward off flies.

Your Husband was at the far right,

a high school English teacher,

visiting your brother's White Wife,

a former pupil, a classroom star.

You rose from your kneeling position

as the flute played,

back bending and hand twisting,

your stomach curved like a new coin's edge

and your veil falling back

to reveal your face.

Your Husband watched coyly from the corner

of his eyes as the old filmi song sang,

"Nimbooda!", and The Old Man eyed you openly

as your slender legs

glided across the floor.

In the very back of the room, your brother Raja

and his White Wife, beaming with pride,

found you elegant, but your father--white beard,

strong hands, velvety voice,

your Baabul, your Papa--was clearly seething.

Baabul's eyes were fixed on the Old Man's Face.

You asked for a nimbooda

to sour the evil eye

and pretended not to see.

You know, you hardly noticed Your Husband

that day. You saw that he

was fair and fine in many ways--

blonde hair, white skin, light eyes,

long limbs, thin nose, full lips--

but no, you did not notice him

beyond that. Instead, you noticed The Old Man,

who was not White but was white as a sheet,

with patchy skin and a balding head.

You noticed Him because he had had five wives

and two were dead.

"The Old Man has five wives

and you take two away.

How many are left?"

You jangled your anklets

as you sang of lovers' quarrels.

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There is no love that is worth keeping

If faithfulness is not ever present.

There is no relationship that is lasting

If faithfulness is always absent.

There is no marriage that will remain forever

If faithfulness will go astray.

There is no union that will endure the tests of time

When faithfulness chooses to stay away.

Copyright@2008, LCDancel, All rights reserved.

28 Sept. 2008

Author's Notes/Comments: 

~my ideal kind of relationship based on my faith.

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He did it
The one thing
I least expected
He gave me a small box
Wrapped in gold paper
With a little gold bow
He made ma open it
It was a white box
Inside that
Was another
Black box
As I opened it
He asked me
To marry him
I went speechless
I knew I wanted to
But I was lost in the moment
The ring
A single stone
By smaller ones
When I could finally speak
I said yes
The one man I love
Just proved
How much he loves me
Enough to want
To spend forever
With me
The ring
Was proof

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True Love

Just to lay next to you and feel your warmth

is a mircle each day.

Playing with your hair so soft...

knowing together we will grow old and gray...

Counting the freckles on your back,

or jumping on the bed...

I never get tired of you,

And look foward to the years ahead

I will never know How I got a husband like you,

I don't deserve a man so loving,

so caring and true.

You love me unconditionally,

And you treat me like a queen.

Nobody could love me as much as you...

No one will come between...

You put with my rants,

and listen to me rave...

To tolerate me the way you do

is nothing short of brave.

I envy your patience,

becauce i know my fuse is short...

but you are always there to lend a hand

and offer me your support.

I love you more than anything,

you're the sun in my sky...

I would never want anyone else...

You're my only guy...

Don't you ever think that I don't care

Because even if you left me

I'd always be here.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Oh so corny... I know right? but that's ok. And if you didn't get it, this is about my Husband Josh, who kicks ass at being who he is.

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What are you doing for forever?

I want to be by your side, thorugh the sun, rain.. wherever

This moment, this place where we first met

I will hold deep within my heart & never forget

It was this place, where my world was forever transformed

Since then, my heart has been endlessly warmed

You are everything I've been praying for, everything I need

Since we met my heart's pace changed,slow motion to light speed

This location will always remind me of promise, hope & fate

Here, I met the love of my life, my soulmate

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for Sonja, the love of my life I am ging to propose to her tomorrow night:)

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My Husband

My Husband is the sweetest thing

He’s my lover and he’s my king

He’s my companion and he’s my friend

And their to calm me when my patience becomes thin

He’s my council and he’s my coach

And at night..he knows the best ways to approach

He’s always beside me and on my team

And is always the reason my nightmares turn to dreams

This husband of mine is not your average man

I hurry home to him whenever I can

I love Him so much and no one can take

The years we’ve been together and the love that we make

I want him to know that he will always be

My sweety, my honey, my sugar pie and last but not least..He’ll always be my hubby

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is funny to me because I'm not married nor engaged neither do I have a boyfriend..its just that the idea was in my heart and I put it on paper..maybe One day I'll have someone to dedicate this poem to..but for now I just hope it has some truth to it and mostly I hope that everyone enjoys it =)

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I do

“I do” promise to be yours

“I do” promise to always give more

“I do” promise to never fight

“I do” promise to make U feel right

“I do” promise to love and obey

“I do” promise to always stay

“I do” promise to give myself to you

“I do” promise to always remain true

“I do” promise to always be your friend

“I do” promise to be yours until the end

“I do” promise to Love U in each and every way

“I do” promise to Love U each and every day

“I do” promise that with you I will spend the rest of my life

“I do” promise to take the honor of being your wi

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Dripping Faucet There

i'm a puddle in the back of your head

a dripping faucet there

a leaky pipe, a cascading tear

and a nose wipe - on the surface it's clear

we're in that childhood poem

on that foreign planet

the girls were right,

this man is a maggot

you say under your breathe

but we both know what's in the back of your head

you got lost there a long time ago

please visit and reflect

a grey sky pond, a cascading tree

and there's no time - at the shore surface it's still

run to that childhood poem

on that foreign planet

the girls were right,

this man is a faggot

you say under your breathe

but we both know that together it makes no sense

sometimes you're wrong

and sometimes i am

sometimes we're both wrong

sometimes we're right on time

sometimes i'm just a ryhme

in your eyes

but you're not just a thigh

in my sight

we're similiar in that we're different

it's not that hard to understand if you listen

please ask your tears to wait a second

please ask your tears to wait a second cause

i'm a puddle in the back of your head

a dripping faucet there

a leaky pipe, a cascading tear

and a nose wipe - on the surface it's clear

we're in that childhood poem

on that foreign planet

the girls were right,

this man is a maggot

you say under your breathe

but we both know what's in the back of your head

we both know what's in the back of your head

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He said, she said.....

Battle lines are drawn.

Retreating to their foxholes,

no compromise considered

nor flag of truce flown.

Ammunition prepared...

Ready, aim, fire!

Wounds inflicted

and enmity grows

creating more provocation

for revenge,

additional excuses for conflict.

He said, she said.....

A brief retreat,

a silent, sullen

halt in hostilities,

allowing time

to review strategies.

They eye one another

across a no-man's-land

of nursed grievances,

preparing the next salvo,

neither willing to concede.

He said, she said.....

The clash begins anew,

boundary lines redrawn,

battle after battle,

reprisal on reprisal,

firing bullets of blame

in a never-ending trench warfare

inside these four walls.

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