OURS WON'T BE; OURS WILL BE

Wambui Wataka Dew

March 11 at 10:17pm

OURS WON'T BE; OURS WILL BE
Ours will be weird,
Ours will be odd,
Ours will be nothing close to ordinary,
A tale not yet told.
Ours will be messy,
Confused and tangled,
But admist all the chaos,
Our souls will still find each other,
And make their way towards dawn.
Ours will be the talk of town,
The juiciest gossip on everybody's tongue,
When we walk past,
They will gape and gasp,
Point and mock and laugh,
Remind us constantly that we are a mismatch,
But my darling,
Ours will also be the story with no end.
Ours will not be perfect,
It will not be the one they will want to emulate,
Because of the climbs and curves,
We will not have portrait faces,
And rare will be the times we strike a pose like the ones we see on t.v screens and magazines,
But I promise you, My Heart,
I shall make every moment you breathe next to me worth being.
Ours will not be the showing off type,
You might even have it rough,
Your friends always pointing out your non- model wife,
With a non-bikini body,
That will not accompany you to beach parties,
Or have a flat belly, where you can take body shots from.
My legs will not be slender enough,
For you to wrap around your neck without chocking,
Haha, no Love,
Ours will be different.
Ours will not be like the ends of sad- happy stories,
Where the girl runs into the arms of the one she loves,
No, that will never be us,
Because 1st, I cannot run,
And 2nd, jumping on you will automatically become a case of man-slaughter,
And so instead in our version,
When we miss each other,
We shall slowly and calmly walk towards where the other is,
And embrace the life out of them.
Ours will not be normal,
You will not be the only one in pants,
You will not be alone at the giving end of compliments, and kisses and blushes,
You will not automatically carry up the mantle of cash-responsibility,
No matter how manly it makes you feel,
A helper I was moulded and made,
And a helper I most definitely will be.
I will probably sleep with my legs over you, unromantically,
And roll over the roses you leave next to me,
Crumple up the card that they came with,
When you wake up earlier than me,
And most likely get out of bed with my eyes half open,
Thus knocking over the breakfast that you so delligently made to surprise me,
I will be a hot mess,
But that will never mean that I love you less.
Ours will probably be boring,
We will never have crazy stories to tell,
Like getting high on weed together,
Or going to a stripper club,
Or having a 3,4 or whatever-number-some with strangers or friends,
We will probably never contract an STI,
Neither will we spend a night in jail,
Highest chances are, we will never see each other's nudity until God approves our commitment,
No I am not judging,
I am just warning you before hand,
I am not a wild card,
I am rather the wings of a dove,
Quiet and gentle.
Ours will not be a fairytale,
Or a fulfilled fantasy,
It will not be your dreams come true,
You may never see me in a booty short or mini-skirt,
We may even end up shopping for shoes shirts and ties together,
I may never be your damsel in distress,
You may never get to carry me in your arms,
You may also never know what it means to be the envy of your friends for having the prettiest wife,
With my midget frame and several love handles,
You may never convince me to have your name tattoed to my lower back,
But I promise you this;
Ours will be honest,
Ours will be real,
Ours will be true love from the moment in begins,
Ours will have the best efforts put into it,
Dedication, time, and democracy,
I will not compete,
I will submit,
I will let you lead,
As I assist,
With every moment worthy,
I will be yours in totality,
Mind body spirit,
And every munute I breathe with you,
Will be dedicated to making you happy,
(Except ofcourse the times I shall be trying to strangle you smile emoticon )