No Rush, My Love Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

No Rush, My Love



No rush, my love, take your time in coming to me.
No rush, my love, I've changed my mind about wanting to be
United in holy matrimony. Things change when one marries.
People no longer have as much time on their hands, it varies
As to when you can have a nice conversation over the phone.
Cousins have families and jobs that they cannot leave alone.
After trying for over a month to talk to a loved one, I have given up.
There seems to be no specific time for me to call, to liven up
Our relationship with those three words that I want to say so badly.
Another has never responded to my Christmas gift, I thought that would make me madly
Disappointed, but I'm over that. All of this has made married life look so unappealing.
If marriage and family gets in the way of spending time with loved ones, I'm feeling,
That maybe I'd prefer to remain a loner for the rest of my life.
To me, that is better than being so busy, therefore causing a loved one so much strife.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success