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Carbon Dioxide Blues
He said I was oxygen
That he couldn’t live without
He said I was the ideal
That he wanted for a wife
He flattered and he praised me
Made me feel like a princess
No one else came even close
His desires he’d thus confess
He’d waited for me for years
Desperate to be my man
He did ask me more than once
To please love him if I can
And then I tumbled headlong
Into this prince charming’s arms
I pledged him eternal love
I succumbed to his sweet charms
Many years have passed and now
We are both set to get old
But at times my heart just mourns
For a love that’s getting cold
For though we still make music
To a rhythm all our own
That hungry look has just gone
The passion that I have known
“My love, you’re my oxygen,
You’re the life that I inhale!”
Tell me, though, my beloved
Has that oxygen gone stale?
Am I the carbon dioxide
That you are quick to expel?
Need a fresh O2 supply
That enlivens every cell?
My love, if I’m no longer
The breath that gives you your life
Remember I’m still that girl
You desired for a wife!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...Soupers, I often tease my husband about this oxygen thing. I guess it is inevitable that somewhere along the line...the mad frenzy of love mellows to a comfortable rhythm. Of course, love needs nurture! I read once that someone told a marriage counselor, "My husband and I are like a comfortable pair of old sneakers," to which she replied, "That's alright, as long as you remember, old sneakers need to dance every now and then!" :) Get the music going!
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Eileen Manassian
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