trying to remember a lovely love poem comment October 10, 2017 6:30 PM Subscribe
My favorites are usually the thing for this, but I've read every single one and can't find it. There was a poem referencing engagement, about being "yours" before even being asked and a proposal not feeling 'special' because it was a given. No idea what thread or whether the blue or the green.
It was a little poem referencing love and engagement, and something along the lines of "I was yours before you even asked me," and has a line akin to the fact that when the question was popped, it didn't even feel "special" in a way, since it was so obvious that the two in question were going to end up together.
I believe this was written in the first person, pretty sure it rhymed, it wasn't more than ten lines, and I thiiiiiink it was in a comment somewhere rather than in an actual post. Google-fu is coming up with bupkis. HALP, I would love to have this for a sweet note I'm writing to my boyfriend for an anniversary tomorrow!
THANKS TEAM
It was a little poem referencing love and engagement, and something along the lines of "I was yours before you even asked me," and has a line akin to the fact that when the question was popped, it didn't even feel "special" in a way, since it was so obvious that the two in question were going to end up together.
I believe this was written in the first person, pretty sure it rhymed, it wasn't more than ten lines, and I thiiiiiink it was in a comment somewhere rather than in an actual post. Google-fu is coming up with bupkis. HALP, I would love to have this for a sweet note I'm writing to my boyfriend for an anniversary tomorrow!
THANKS TEAM
Is it by any chance this?
You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
posted by languagehat at 11:16 AM on October 12, 2017 [1 favorite]
You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
posted by languagehat at 11:16 AM on October 12, 2017 [1 favorite]
Thanks Fizz for your efforts!
Languagehat, that was what kept coming up in my Google searches! But it's not it -- this one explicitly mentioned a proposal/marriage asking of sorts. But thank you!
posted by knownassociate at 1:01 PM on October 12, 2017
Languagehat, that was what kept coming up in my Google searches! But it's not it -- this one explicitly mentioned a proposal/marriage asking of sorts. But thank you!
posted by knownassociate at 1:01 PM on October 12, 2017
This?
I remember the way
That I thought about love -
It was rockets and bells,
It was dreams from above.
But it came without fuss,
And it came without flair -
And before I could look,
It was already there.
I remember the way...
But I cannot recall
How it happened to be
That you asked me at all.
See it wasn't a shock,
'Cause we already knew
That your future was me,
And my future was you.
posted by solotoro at 6:54 AM on October 13, 2017 [4 favorites]
I remember the way
That I thought about love -
It was rockets and bells,
It was dreams from above.
But it came without fuss,
And it came without flair -
And before I could look,
It was already there.
I remember the way...
But I cannot recall
How it happened to be
That you asked me at all.
See it wasn't a shock,
'Cause we already knew
That your future was me,
And my future was you.
posted by solotoro at 6:54 AM on October 13, 2017 [4 favorites]
Pony:
I was hoping that even after the poem that the OP is looking for is found, could we keep sharing such poems. Right now the webzez needs all the love poetry it can hold.
posted by infini at 11:37 AM on October 13, 2017
I was hoping that even after the poem that the OP is looking for is found, could we keep sharing such poems. Right now the webzez needs all the love poetry it can hold.
posted by infini at 11:37 AM on October 13, 2017
YES, solotoro, that is IT! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
And, for infini's request, here's another poem:
Good Bones
BY MAGGIE SMITH
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children.
The world is at least fifty percent terrible,
and that’s a conservative estimate,
though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake.
Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children.
I am trying to sell them the world.
Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole,
chirps on about good bones:
This place could be beautiful, right?
You could make this place beautiful.
posted by knownassociate at 7:49 AM on October 17, 2017 [2 favorites]
And, for infini's request, here's another poem:
Good Bones
BY MAGGIE SMITH
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children.
The world is at least fifty percent terrible,
and that’s a conservative estimate,
though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake.
Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children.
I am trying to sell them the world.
Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole,
chirps on about good bones:
This place could be beautiful, right?
You could make this place beautiful.
posted by knownassociate at 7:49 AM on October 17, 2017 [2 favorites]
I'm so glad I could help! Sorry it wasn't in the hoped for timeline, but I hope you and your boyfriend got some smiles out of it. I hadn't run across it before, just got lucky with teh googles, but I'm glad I found it (for myself, too, I mean)! I do actually remember when my partner proposed, but mostly because it is hilarious because she did it entirely unthinkingly and by accident one day, so the sentiment of it being a really natural progression resonates.
infini, this is not a love poem, but it is my fave, and honestly until I read it I was not a person who had a favorite poem (also, I first found it through Metafilter, so MeTa appropriate). I have found that remembering that each of us is as common as a field daisy, and as singular, has greatly improved how I treat my fellow humans.
When Death Comes
by Mary Oliver
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world
posted by solotoro at 5:56 PM on October 17, 2017 [4 favorites]
infini, this is not a love poem, but it is my fave, and honestly until I read it I was not a person who had a favorite poem (also, I first found it through Metafilter, so MeTa appropriate). I have found that remembering that each of us is as common as a field daisy, and as singular, has greatly improved how I treat my fellow humans.
When Death Comes
by Mary Oliver
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world
posted by solotoro at 5:56 PM on October 17, 2017 [4 favorites]
If I was not sitting in a huge hall filled with startups being mentored all around me, I'd be sitting here with tears rolling down my cheeks.
Thank you knownassociate, and solotoro
posted by infini at 3:25 AM on October 18, 2017 [1 favorite]
Thank you knownassociate, and solotoro
posted by infini at 3:25 AM on October 18, 2017 [1 favorite]
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posted by Fizz at 7:17 AM on October 12, 2017