One Of Life's Great Questions Poem by Practicing Poetess

As soon as I read this poem I thought about my sweet sugar booger, whom I love very much and then I thought, why haven't I checked you out before. I liked it a lot, told a great little story and rhymed nicely. AND, made me want to write a poem about the same thing. Thanks PP

Thanks, Troy. All the old sayings about how opposites attract, how we admire in others qualities that we don't ourselves possess, and how we intuitively seek someone who will balance us out- - all these things are true. My fiance' had a logic-based personality. He majored in accounting & bookkeeping, and had a brain wired for math. He was a super-introvert, shy and quiet until he got to know someone, and then he'd open up. I, on the other hand, have an emotion-based personality. I majored in English, I detest math, and I think in words & ideas, not numbers. He kept my feet firmly planted on the ground so that I wouldn't go offf into orbit, and I was his spark plug that provided some enthusiasm to keep him from being bored. We each needed what the other had. Unfortunately, he died of cancer after a year and a half together, and we never got to marry. I was very angry about that. I wrote 3 poems within 24 hours of his death, not only to memorialise him, but I believe also to process my emotions, to get them out on paper (a common thing with poets.) I have considered them too personal to publish here, but some day I may change my mind. Who knows. I finally met my soulmate, but he had to go and die on me. Will I ever have anything that wonderful again? I wrote a poem Remembering (Blame it on Spring) about it on March 19, shortly after joining PoemHunter, and it is posted here with my poetry.

We little boys like to pretend that we're not interested in such questions. There's no quantum physics in it! Nothing to hide behind! The first girl who ever stared over-long at me I thought was a little bonkers ~ not realizing she was seeing something that actually had her interest. How could that be? I was the personification of boredom! I didn't even like myself! It always startled me a little to think that someone might actually like me. How do you know when you're in love? If you're a little boy, you tend to bump into a lot of door frames. Now I'm growing old and hideous, and I find it difficult to NOT be in love... with a great many things beyond me. But it's a different kind of love, somehow. More satisfying; less juicy. Basically, love is still One Of Life's Great Puzzles. Now you've stirred up all kinds of trouble in me. I'll be walking into things all day. I love the simple honesty of this poem ~ and, of course, you've already found your answer.

Absolutely Beautiful! ! ! ! ! How Special! ! ! ! ! A Very Very Precious Poem! ! ! ! ! And A Very Beautiful Story! ! ! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Many Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++ Very Heart Warming! ! ! ! ! Another Saved! ! ! ! !