Beautiful.

Beautiful.

A Poem by Stormy Weather

December winds blew you in, and I could tell you'd become the author of my story....
Such tenderness you bestowed upon me, in a way so endearing.
The way you looked at me- I felt so truly loved. 
An honest soul in a world of deceivers,
A truly beautiful person.

Your claims were so honest, I wasn't sure how to take it....
But, you were the first to not take-over my every thought- too
Gentle you were to commit such invasions.
I felt myself drawn to you, but when I was away from you
I could still smile. 
And I noticed how beautiful you really are.

The very first to look deep within my eyes,
To make me feel so incredibly loved.
The first to love me.
Such a foolish person. A beautiful, foolish boy.

When you said "Goodbye," your eyes were so full of sorrow,
It made me want to weep.
You held me tightly for so long, until you had to go.
It wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad,
Even though I was watching such a beautiful person go.

If you truly loved me, could you tear me apart?
Could you make me feel the way you do?
Your love is so pure, so wonderful, so beautiful-
So, why can't I love someone as beautiful as you?




 

© 2011 Stormy Weather


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Beauty can trick us. I do like the way you made your desire and feelings come alive in the poem. Fear is a bad thing. Could make us miss opportunity for happiness and great journey. I like the many good questions in this poem. When we have questions. It means we have interest. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I love it. It's truly beautiful. :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

awww this was a sweet and cute poem :') lol Beautifully written as always :D keep it up!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beauty can trick us. I do like the way you made your desire and feelings come alive in the poem. Fear is a bad thing. Could make us miss opportunity for happiness and great journey. I like the many good questions in this poem. When we have questions. It means we have interest. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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