How it Is

I can accept everything about you...

your quirks, idiosyncrasies, 

your zany mood shifts from one thing to another... 

the way you run your hands thru your uncombed hair at times and look like the mad scientist you are...

the way you talk like a muppet if ur nervous..

.the hours spent working on a painting, or a song..

.the way most people can't even begin to get a grasp on who you are..

.I love it all...as long as you can accept me...
I get sad sometimes and I don't know why,

 so don't ask, 

there is no definable reason, 

just hold my hand and wait... 

Sometimes I get really pissed and I yell, but not often, 

and always after a slow burn that intelligent ppl should recognize way before that happens;

 it takes a lot to put me over the edge...

I have a tendancy to develope odd attachments to animal-life..

.insects, reptiles, and of course all warm-blooded beings, 

I will seek them, 

bring them home, 

study them, 

and learn what they mean to my individual life....

.and lastly, My kids come first, 

even if they are not particularly in the right,

 i'll listen to reason, but...

 (scared yet?)
Know that i've waited my whole life for someone who feels perfect on all levels to me. 

Something that feels right

feels like this..

-K.M.Q.F.

2/20/14

What Love is For

This is what love is for...
not just for comfort and companionship,
but a way for two like souls
to come together
as one
as strength,
a magic,
to fortify one another
in all they desire to be and do...

2/20/14

Slippery Slope

Tis a slippery slope,
this falling sort of thing...

a wonderful, magical, nearly fearless
slippery slope...

-K.M.Q.F.

2/17/14

The Sun Will Rise

And just now to slow it down
take it easy
bring it round.
There's no rushin the sun as it breaks into day.
Help me take a step back
taste the flavors
not just throw back.
Many days the sun will rise this way.

There's a need to take your time
when your heart
is on the line.
And its been so long since you've felt this way.
Don't go runnin down a dirt road
missing flowers
that were just sowed.
If you wait awhile you'll keep the night at bay.

So don't go hurrying through the good stuff
the fun
and full of thrill stuff.
There's only so much hours in this day.
Let your friendship grow together
smile and love the
sunny weather
The sun will rise again like this every day.
Oh the sun will rise again like this every day...

-K.M.Q.F.
2/15/14

Saying the Right Things

Some people try so hard to say the right things
While
some say the right things without trying.
It isn't about what someone wants to hear
Rather
saying what you feel without measure.
Any guy can convince a girl he's her prince with much talk,
Or
She'll simply know who he is because his few words say something...

-K.M.Q.F.
2/15/14

His Hands

His Hands 

His hands create works of art,
one brush in one,
two in the other.
Who DOES that?
Fascinating.
They can grasp simple wood
and bring life to a beat,
or dance on strings
creations of music.
Amazing.
One finger can touch
to his temple or chin
as he thinks.
Solving a mystery.
Scientistic.
Poised with pencil
ideas flow down
from heart to fingertips,
paper his canvas
Storytelling.
His hands in themselves,
a work of art
chiseled and crafted
tools of wonder and
beautiful.
He can touch nearly anything
making it spring to life.
He can even touch a heart.
That's why I love
his hands...

K.M.Q.F.
2/21/14

Later Love

Later Love

February 21, 2014 at 5:43am

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It's funny about new love when you're a tad older. It amazes me how a brand new romance can feel the same at fifty as it did at fifteen. The butterflies, the breathlessness, the heady feeling day in and day out. The anxiousness to be together and the sweet sorrow at parting. Just when you think those experiences have escaped you, you find with sheer delight that the battered, bruised and worn out heart in your chest, can still pound with frenzy at the touch of his hand, glance of his eye, sight of his smile and mention of his name.
Older love does have its unique differences though. Rather than under the watchful and critical eyes of parents, your new beau is being monitored by your children. Just as it was with mom and dad, there's still an underlying fear of falling short of expectations.
There is no curfew as the rules are your own for the making, however you really still aren't free at just any old time at all to pick up and go. You've got big girl responsibilities now...major ones.
But remaining the same will be the feeling of the stolen kiss out of sight of others. The need to hide it does not exist anymore, but the excitement it brings indeed still does.
The older romance has a bittersweet tone... celebratory in that the hope for everlasting happiness is not lost, however knowing when you look adoringly at this man you love, that what stretches out before you both is a remainder of your lifetimes and not seemingly endless ones. You are conscious of the bitter fact while watching him converse with your children, that you and he will never share the tender moments of first seeing and holding your own infant together.
But love remains grand and glorious, and especially pungent when you'd given up hope of ever finding it again. After resolving and later accepting that you never were going to walk hand in hand on the street with a partner, or spend the evening in a lover's arms again...
Yes this love is bliss.