1.25.2011

true love.

ever since this lovely blogger posted the following poem, i knew i loved it.
i really wish i wrote clever, real poetry like this.

so for now i am borrowing.

true love by judith viorst

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,
He wouldn't tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save,
He says he'd save me.

It's true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True love.


*photos are vintage, from when we were dating

6 comments:

shayna said...

Oh that's what vintage means. Before marriage.

communikate. said...

I love "vintage" photos.

Sarah said...

It's terrific. And perfect on every level :)

Linds said...

i am philosophically opposed to ironing as well.

beautiful. so many and becauses---it's like the list of love keeps going and going . . .

ps. i just found a bunch of vintage photos from us in high school-i was going through my photo hard-drive. it was fun to see us so young.

our little love nest said...

That is fabulously funny and endearing. It made me smile this morning. Thank you! xo
P.S. The photo of you with your hair down made me miss my longer locks. You are simply adorable!

Peggy said...

And she put on a concerto--I thought, what is that, is it like a cumberbun? Oh no, it is concert-o. Ohhh.
Ironing underwear is a little extreme anyway, wouldn't you say. But love is never having to say you're sorry--- for not ironing the underwear.
That was a funny love poem. I liked it.