Dressed Up And Waiting Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Another fake.
Can anyone relate.
Talk is cheap.
Taking my seat.
Home is easily made.
But putting down roots takes something more.
A permanent fixture.
Without a given reason.
Love instantly changes the season.
Suddenly you have a need to make room.
So long on the road all alone.
You are so confused.
This is so new.
Something to lose.
Someone to talk to.
On a religious and regular basis.
A constant, a routine, a dream.
A dinner date that you never usually made.
Going to a small towns parade.
Plans and spur of the moment.
Making love, looking into her eyes.
Trying to look good each and every time.
Compromising with your time each and everyday.
Trying to build a foundation for the rest of your life.
Trying to be the support, the shoulder to cry on when things go wrong.
Excited about the future and what it might hold.
Thinking about the possibility of children.
And what it would mean for you and her.
Questioning what marriage really means and if it's really for you or her.
So many doubts, so many insecurities, can you get past them.
Can you learn to trust.
Can you learn to share.
Sacrifices in so many ways.
Being pushed to places you would not otherwise go.
She becomes your everything.
A partner who you can not live without.
The question is are ready.
Are you hands steady.
Can your poor heart take another beating.
Because you still remember your last.
In the end nothing was left but hate.
To the point where spite was your guys life.
A constant need to get even.
Maybe just maybe it will work this time.
Maybe it will be forever.
Another romantic endeavor.