I want the impossible kind of love. {Poem}


To everyone out there who believes they are the exception and that unorthodox love truly exists. There’s no way we’ll ever receive what we believe we deserve unless we’re unwavering in our word and intention—only time will tell, whether that collision occurs in this life or the next.

It’s felt from the heart.


I want the impossible to find or imagine kind of love—the happily ever-after kind of love.

Not the fairy-tale kind but the type where two people just get one another—two souls who’ve danced together yet often journeyed separately for eternity.

They accept each other and embrace every flaw.

Of course there would be arguments and disagreements—followed by intimate connection and bonding; reparation.

I’m interested in a woman who is wise and mature—who’s likely been here a few more winters than I.

Although, if one were to guess they’d actually think she were the younger of us two—her youth apparent in the way she’s cared for herself and how she tends to our relationship.

Our wisdom would inspire each other to change the error of our ways despite our unwavering acceptance of what simply makes us tick.

Having our hearts broken many times, we’d no longer desire chasing after the drama that so many young lovers do.

We’d spend hours laughing and talking on the porch swing cuddled together beneath her grandmother’s cozy quilt—coupled with silent revelry.

The stars would illumine our unbridled love each night and by day, the sun would evidence our faithful commitment upon awakening—gazing into those gorgeous eyes of the one we were so lucky to find.

Yes this is a fantasy but everything worthy of having in life is usually nothing short of such in the beginning and I know she’s out there right now dreaming of the same impossible dream.

We’re not going to settle on what is not for us because we’ve learned to embrace being alone until that fateful union again in this life.

Having danced to the music of this serenade before, the moment she steals my gaze I’ll know and so will she.

Nothing stands between true, unbridled love except time.

I believe that this kind of love exists—the kind that so many of us go to bed reading about in our favorite fiction romance novel.

Torn apart by circumstance—having failed to turn around at just the right moment, reunited by chance whether it’s in this life or the next because this is what defies the impossible.

The stars were meant to align perfectly because we always knew they would—like clockwork; a divinely orchestrated universe and fateful meet.

The impossible odds that two people so deserving of one another is truly possible because at some point we were told that anything is possible.

So we dared to believe in such a remarkable love no matter what kind of criticism we’d face.

Understanding that any relationship like this requires great effort yet is also easy to maintain because our bond is stronger than even the greatest super-alloy—nonetheless shimmering like a crystalline jewel and resonating our love beyond the ethers; spanning the entire cosmos.

Each day would present its own unique challenges because we’d accept the imperfections of nature and how to get by, flourishing in the midst of such a mad world.

Despite the times that would prove tough, our raw tenacity to love and endure would remain a testament to the commitment we’d cherish so dearly.

There are a few lucky ones in this world and they know that it’s they—these dreamers, optimists and hopeless romantics long for and write about.

I no longer fear proclaiming that I too am a lucky one and feel beyond description what will arrive in my life.

I can feel her and she feels me—our dreams uniting us often yet distance separates us mysteriously for now.

There’s no logic to analyze such a union—an undying bond that remains ever-lasting; eternal.

Until my last breath, I’ll await her—the moment we’re both together again; at ease, a great sigh we’ll be together at long-last.


Stop chasing your dreams and learn to be a receiver for the good that you inherently deserve. Remain patient because that is what delivers everything we trust is ours to accept in this precious life.

It’s only when we settle that everything we’ve desired for so long cannot reach us. Letting go of all that will no longer serve our good fortune is crucial to the reception we adamantly believe in.

I believe—do you? Create the reality you want because the time we have to share this splendid life is fleeting. Embrace the loneliness that accompanies all that we wish for the most but remember we’re never truly apart from that which we truly desire.

Image credit: dcrescitelli, Flickr



2 thoughts on “I want the impossible kind of love. {Poem}

  1. YESS!

    Except when we get comfy/cozy under that porch-lit quilt, how do we disengage & still find time to ‘heal the world’? That’s what scares me about commitment: the sweetness of my world, when I know I have so much to give others who are more in need…

    This poem struck my heart (in a good way!) ❤


    1. So long as we’re emitting a vibration of love, we’re helping to heal the world. No matter what we choose to commit to, so long as it’s centered in love is saving the world. I agree about getting too cozy as well—it’s good to be uncomfortable at times; to avail ourselves in such a fashion that we are available to either one person for example or many but the choice is always ours to make. The ideal maybe, would be to have such a fantasy like this as well as a living that allowed us to help others directly too. I’m glad you liked this poem ❤


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