![The Oarless Boat, by Lou Principe, Acrylic, 8 X 10](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8ac718_d5028ff383e441e2bac1b5076faa6fa7~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_980,h_1244,al_c,q_85,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,enc_auto/8ac718_d5028ff383e441e2bac1b5076faa6fa7~mv2.jpg)
Is it wrong to keep telling ourselves we must fight for our love?
To face the world and bravely show them exactly what we're made of!
We held our hands and vow to fight against all odds,
To be honest, to be open, to drop the whole façade,
To protect one another, to watch out for each other's back,
To focus on our goals, and to never get side-tracked.
We dreamt about a life together, envisioning our future,
Despite all the ugly scars that was left by the sutures.
Hurting each other was quite inevitable,
But with a simple sorry, each pain was revocable.
We pushed and we pulled, our fire was on and off,
We knew we'd end up together, that was always the payoff.
So, we kept riding the boat of romance,
Honestly believing we were taking a chance.
Fighting for the love we believed we have,
Or are we just romancing the idea of being in love?
Reliving the past, walking through our trajectories,
In denial of the scars, recalling only good memories.
So, we each paddle our oars as we share the same boat,
Running around in circles, as we strive to stay afloat.
Frustrated that we're going nowhere, no matter how we try,
Instead, we cheer each other up, even when we both cry.
Denying in our minds what our heart's about to say,
That it is okay to let go, it's time to go our separate ways.
A sacred love, if honest and true shouldn't really be this hard,
It should come effortless, and easy and should never be barred.
Both lovers aligned, and in sync all the way,
No matter how heavy the baggage weighs.
Riding the same boat, paddling the same direction,
Despite the differences, never losing the connection.
But here we are today, loving each other still,
This time a bit different, for I have a stronger will.
Knowing it's time to let go of the oar that I paddle,
Balancing on the boat, trying to get out as I straddle.
Letting you decide which route you want to take,
But it's time to go our own ways, and no, it's not a mistake.
The love will always be there, but somehow, it's not enough,
When you won't let go of your past, both hands still in a cuff.
Fully understanding why, you can barely move your oar,
Why it's so difficult to paddle, you're fighting another war.
Perhaps it's only right that I finally let you go,
To stop feeling guilty for the oar I must forego.
Quietly, I ride solo on a simple oarless boat,
Trusting the current as I calmly stay afloat.
Healing wounds of the past as I finally find clarity,
Wishing for your happiness with utmost sincerity.
It's time we both move on, for our love is but a reverie,
With lessons learned, wisdom earned, now you're only but a memory.
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