And sometimes the inspiration comes from old lines in the written poems of my heart..
And sometimes the inspiration comes from old lines in the written poems of my heart..
“Cherish You”
I lay here wanting Wondering Puzzling about inside my head How it is I managed you Outfought the damaged you And somehow found the So very close to marriage you Laying here next to me Inside the battlefield of love That is our bed I sigh happily and so deeply Drawing in a soulful breath As I curl your sheet-less leg About my very own How is it I managed you And have kept you from Your greatest doubter " The embarrassed you Your mind an unstable ladder Thoughts so frantic, so flurried A doorway to disaster That would " once opened Only seek to vanish you And set free the fury of The embattled you Wanting to perish you And that’s precisely when I Place my hand in your own Press my lips to you in a sweet kiss And we share the soulful air Consume the fears Breathing softly away All the worries and doubt That do not cherish you That do not bandage you I will not abandon you! Not ever! Not Now! I will not walk away from you Should you falter Should you Fall I shall reach down I shall carry you Until the doorway you see Is the one that leads Away from doubt and to me I will carry you I will bandage you I will cherish you And then marry you In the magic moment of Our own storybook ending A fairy tale wedding In the wisps of the Willows In our garden of Fall
What a way you have with deeds. They reflect their strengths within the lines of this poem. A person to have and hold and never let go. A garden of love that resists temptation of letting go, when the goings get tough. A powerful poem that promises nothing but true self-sacrifice.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Aw, well, thanks. I particularly like this one just because I ventured into sort of unfamiliar rhyth.. read moreAw, well, thanks. I particularly like this one just because I ventured into sort of unfamiliar rhythm than I am accustomed.. but what is it? New beginnings happen for a reason and I felt like starting fresh with this. I hadn't written in so long. It felt good to find the groove. Thanks again for reading and commenting!
Self-sacrifice.. if only everyone thought of love that way!
What a way you have with deeds. They reflect their strengths within the lines of this poem. A person to have and hold and never let go. A garden of love that resists temptation of letting go, when the goings get tough. A powerful poem that promises nothing but true self-sacrifice.
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Aw, well, thanks. I particularly like this one just because I ventured into sort of unfamiliar rhyth.. read moreAw, well, thanks. I particularly like this one just because I ventured into sort of unfamiliar rhythm than I am accustomed.. but what is it? New beginnings happen for a reason and I felt like starting fresh with this. I hadn't written in so long. It felt good to find the groove. Thanks again for reading and commenting!
Self-sacrifice.. if only everyone thought of love that way!
There are moments in time, splendid and finite, in which everything stops. The world takes pause. The blistering sunrise off in the distance. The cold cascade of an evening rain shower. Or perhaps the.. more..