What Is More Romantic: My Words or My Actions?
Roses aren’t always blood red
Violets are never a true blue
and what the hell do colors and flowers
have to do with my love for you?
Would I climb the highest mountain?
Jump on a grenade?
Swim across the deepest sea?
Some other rhyming promise…blade fade laid made paid raid
I guess, in some torturous parallel reality
where acts of idiocy prove love to be true
I’d be more than willing to drown and die
to show that I will always adore you
But here’s the thing…
Didn’t you already have a dude, once upon a time
who gave fake colored flowers and unrealistic rhymes?
Didn’t he proclaim that he’d catch a grenade for you
after he hit you and before he left you?
You see, my love:
The color of flowers are easy to fake and
unrealistic promises are easy to make
and even easier to break
when one makes the mistake
of thinking words are more impressive
than the actions we take
So let us take a moment to completely ditch
the roses, the violets, the fake romance sales pitch,
the grenade, the sea, all the things I’ll never be asked to do
Men make empty promises to die for you
because they find it difficult to live for you
Instead, this is what I’ll actually do for you:
I’ll hold you tightly when you feel alone
I’ll raise my stepson as if he’s my own
I’ll treat you like a princess every day of your life
I’ll do all, within my power, to make you a happy wife
This isn’t an anti-romance sentiment
I love when we hold each other under the stars
This is a promise of how time will be spent
when life isn’t easy, no matter where we are
I could stare at stars in the cold ’til I’m blue,
but I’d rather just be with you.
I’d rather just be with you.
If you enjoyed this poem, you may also enjoy the author’s title ‘My Life, My Death’ – available in paperback and digital here