Wildfire

Don’t love me like the hurricane;

Don’t love me like the volcanoes.

I am tired of flooding and these ashes,

Tired of burning smoke and drowning people.

Helen, must not have been too happy

Pitting people she loved against each other.

After all there is no romance in igniting wars.

Tell me how could she have slept at night

With so much hurt hanging over her head?

Don’t love me like wildfires.

I have never been a burning forest

With a thirst so fierce

That only the ocean could quench.

Love me like lullabys,

Like the waves returning home to the shores.

Love me with all the gentleness of the winds,

The way it convinces each leaf to fall.

I have never been meant for anything less.

Promise of Forever

Forever is an empty promise

Something I won’t ever believe

So if you love me, truly

Don’t promise me forevers

That aren’t yours to give.

Just give me the present instead

With its imperfections,

With unpracticed proposals,

And half wrapped gifts.

The random things, like –

Hand holding,

A night spent speaking on the phone

About apparently nothing at all.

Read me a poem,

Your favorite one will do.

Write me a letter,

Sing me a song,

I won’t care if its off tune.

But don’t promise me a forever,

Because that would make a liar out of you.