I was watching The Notebook when this poem hit me, something about Noah and Allie's relationship had me falling in love with the movie all over again.
They didn’t agree on much, in fact, they rarely agreed on anything. The fought all the time and they challenged each other everyday. But in spite their differences they had one important thing in common they were crazy about each other-The NoteBook. ~*~*~
I
realize the odds and sciences are against
me. But science is not the total
answer; this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the
belief that miracles,
no matter how inexplicable or
unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order
of things. ~ The Notebook
~*~*~
Pastel portrait Painted in lace Lessons of time Written in you face Glorious lessons You have taught Holding me close Insuring nobody takes my spot ~*~ Confessions of madness Withering away Hoping that today Will not be our last day Iconic memories You love to send Powerful heartbeat You capture me once again ~*~ Lustful yearning Love’s embrace Pouring everything into me Disappearing without a trace Endless passion On into the night Love is calling Who will refuse it’s flight? ~*~ Guarded loved ones Timing perfectly knew On one knee He took the world I knew A question was forming Thoughts flooded my head There on that dance floor Ia hurricane was whirling inside my head ~*~ Times long forgotten Damaged, but bitterly true I gave up on that dream But I never gave up on you Holding me closely As we dance in the night Sweeping me gently Never losing sight ~*~ Taming isn’t an option To me it’s a sin Your are perfectly perfect Sense the day you let me in Mistakes can be forgotten As we move away from that day All that matters Is you hare here to stay. ~*~ Pastel portrait Painted in lace Lessons of time Written in you face Glorious lessons You have taught Holding me close Insuring nobody takes my spot
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love. ~ The Notebook
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So mesmorizing (did I spell that wrong, lol), it speaks a language all by itself, so pretty and the melody is aware of errors and 'perfections' to every river stream. =]
Now I want to watch that movie again =] I love it and this poem. "Say I'm a bird...." [ you commented on my poem, so I returneth the favor. ] I think this is one of your best, Ali.
I truly adore this poem! Everything about it is just beautiful and well thought out.
"Lustful yearning
Love’s embrace
Pouring everything into me
Disappearing without a trace"
The imagery itself is magnificent. Great write :)