Could I have done anything different?

Could I have done anything different in the way that I love my man?
Soft words to tell him how much I love him.
Glide my hand across his back
Kiss his neck
Stroke his pleasure spots and watch him react.

Could I have done anything different in the way that I love my man?
Lay my head upon his strong shoulder.
Laugh and cry with him.
Even through storms he loves me just the same.

Could I have done anything different in the way that I love my man?
Bore him children that look like him, act like him, adore him.
They greet him at the door with arms open wide.
They learn love, because they see me show love.

Could I have done anything different?

Love Was Love Is

I bought the meat, brought it in from the grocery store, washed and seasoned it.
While he was in the livingroom watching television, I cooked it.
Love was the best piece of meat I could have served him.

Love was when I found the things that he lost, laid his nightclothes at the foot, so that he would be able to find them.

Love was his never having to clean the bathroom, his newspapers stacked, his remote control placed on his nightstand.

Love was the carpet vacuumed and the kitchen floor mopped so that his white socks would never turn brown.

Love was taking care of the children and myself.

Love was when I didn't want to accompany him to his events, but put a smile on my face and did anyway.

Love was the appreciation I showed him and the money I had given him, when we moved into a house.

Love was saving money by not letting the water run, turning off unused lights, clipping coupons, and eating leftovers for lunch.

Love was all the times I didn't tell him what I really wanted for Christmas just to save him money once again.

It was through deeds like these that I learned that love is action.

Love doesn't lie, fight, cheat...

But love does let go.

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Saw the grief upon your face when I said goodbye
we hadn't broken up
we were only going our separate ways but for a moment.

I needed to return to my roots
a reminder of my old life.

Sometimes we allow our new world to change everything about us
including the good.
I couldn't allow that to happen.

So I left and found high up in the sky,
my freedom.

Would I return to familiarity to stay?
Would I leave you for what I knew better than I know myself?

Love is a funny thing when it comes to family.
No matter what you do in life, someone will always embrace you.

But relationships outside of family often do die.
They never seem to love you enough...
forgive enough...
listen enough...
hold on long enough...
before it's time to find someone else.

I'll never know what part of me returned to you,
I'll never know.

So What's the Difference?

I wanted to create memories with you, but you shut me out with a crooked smile.
You looked away as my arms opened wide yelling, "Hold me! Please hold me!"

Thought you wanted the same things I wanted.
Thought you needed me like I needed you.

Too many past memories, keep you from experiencing real joy with me.
Too many promises made to others, but never kept.

I understand.
"But I'm different..." I want to say, but that isn't a good argument.
"But I love you" holds no substance, because I told others the same thing.

I guess, I am like you and you are like me, so what's the difference?

Loving You Loving Me

We saw one another across the room
felt the heat rush upon our bodies
knew that we would meet again.

You took my hand
laughed with me
listened to me
understood me.

I saw you for the first time.
Your beauty within.
The secret place that stores my heart.

You care for me when I am not looking.
Take the time to protect my reputation
when others would rather tarnish it.

Defend me, trust me, motivate me
to do me!

You are my sunrise, my sunset
the air that refreshes me!

I couldn't have done any better when I met you!
Never do I worry over whether you will be true to me.
Never do I wonder whether another will steal your heart from me.
For I know that you are Godsent!

Hold me, tell me that I am not dreaming.
Captivate me with your words, your art, your music, your dance...
for God molded you with his very best.

I love you more than any one I ever met, because you love yourself!


Written by Nicholl McGuire http://www.associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire

Loving Someone Else But Me

Who do I see before my eyes?
The one I once loved
he was surrounded by a yellow light of happiness I so desired.

He loved me when I thought I couldn't be loved.
For I had spent many years feeling unloved.

No kiss upon the nape of my neck.
No arms that embraced my waist, spun me around,
and kissed me with lips that said, "It will be alright, I love you baby."

I had longed for memories of awaking to a smile.
My body ached for a slow caress that didn't move away
seeking the next body to hold.

I thought I found what I had been wishing for in him,
but I was wrong.

He was attached to another in mind, still heard her voice,
wished that his present would be different, thought far too long
about the past.

He was attached in body too.
At times his stride would go back to a time when he moved
the same with her.

Then the final blow to my heart, his spirit still connected.
He couldn't allow himself to drown in prayer for me,
because he was too busy still praying for her.

So I await my sentence until I am free again...
maybe the next time things will be different.

For more poems and relationship articles written by Nicholl McGuire http://www.associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire