Love's Victim

In my life, I remain a victim,
Wandering aimlessly in a sea of love.
To be loved is but a journey,
Riddled with emotion and promise.
For me, love is but a disaster,
Riddled with heartache and doubt.

With love, I do not doubt
That everyone is truly a victim.
True love only ends in disaster.
We too often lose ourselves to love,
Forgetting our dreams, and destroying our promise.
Our identity is lost, and so is our journey.

Before we can love, we must embark on our journey.
Be sure of yourself, with no room for doubt.
Remember your worth and your promise
And you will find, you will never be love's victim
We must embrace a kind of self love
Failure to do so, will only lead to disaster.

If you change now, good will come from disaster.
Just imagine living your lover's life, taking their journey
You are willing to do anything to keep their love.
This leads to self doubt
You are no longer your lover's significant other, but their victim
Fearing you cannot go on without their love and promise.

This you must promise.
Try and find stability amidst disaster
You don't want to be the next victim
So go ahead, embark on your journey
Have respect for yourself and do not doubt
That if you try, you will find love.

There is no way to hide from love
This I can promise
It starts with a crush, and then you start to question and doubt
Your every move to avoid embarrassment and disaster
You attempt to hold on to your own life and journey
But-long and behold, your trapped again, your love's victim.

Please do not doubt that you will find love.
You might be a victim, but promise
That when disaster strikes, you will embark on a new journey.

Marriage

Marriage…
The moment every girl plans for her whole life
The day she has been dieting for
Only ten kilo away from her goal weight
She plans everything months ahead:
The red velvet bouquet arrangements,
The four tier wedding cake,
The assortments of cupcakes and the peach parfait,
along with the china glaze tableware.
It is essential she collects:
something old, something new,
something borrowed, something blue.

She can picture all that awaits her over the horizon
A two story house with a white picket fence
The live jazz concerts in Paris
She couldn’t wait for the countless gifts she would soon receive
The pink diamond, racing rubies,
And the sterling silver rose she will get on her twenty- fifth wedding anniversary

Marriage…
The day every man dreads
The day he willingly gives up his freedom
Leaving a life of chaos and wild things
For a life of structure.
Exchanging his sweat pants
For callvin klien.
He must give up his bachelors pad
For a cute house in the country.
Traveling to a café in aspen
Instead of his annual party destination in West Palm Beach.
He must turn in his Ferrari black
For a blue minivan.
He didn’t want to leave his one man show.

He didn’t know how he let it get this far
He felt like he had been under a voodoo spell
Marriage was a contradiction to everything he believed in

She enters the chapel of love
Her heartbeat is racing
She is ready to set her life in motion

His black suit slowly becomes full of perspiration
He must resist his inclination to run
And catch the next taxi

Marriage…
Her life of happiness awaits

Marriage…
His life of chains awaits