The TimeA Poem by LivingDeathDedicated to the love of my life, Paige Beauvais.In every love there is a time, a time without doubt, a time of passion, the time you know. The time where you know you have found the one, and you would give everything for this one love. The time you finally realize that love before was empty, incomplete, bleak, missing things you couldn't see. The time when you don't look to the future because you know they'll still be there, instead you cherish the moments in the moment, making memories as you go. The time you stop questioning if you're really happy, because you will have a joy, a happiness surreal, indescribable by words, that will promise you you are. And though you'll have your speed bumps no love is ever perfect, it's the little bits of dark that show you, how bright your love really is. It is the time when everything just stops and waits for you, to take those last few minutes, not to say goodbye but instead I'll see you soon, because the future doesn't speak goodbyes for you. The time even when the whole worlds crashing down and you think this will be the end, the love holds up the sky and hearts beat on, hand in hand forever. The time has come for me and I know now undoubtedly, I've found the one this time, because I am no longer trying to find my life because she is standing right in front of me, making me feel what worlds can't say, showing me what can't be seen. When we are together everything else is nothing, but she is all I need, to make me feel this is the time Paige Beauvais, I love you with all I am, this is our time. I will love you through everything and be who I need to be, to show you this is our time for us to be so free.
© 2011 LivingDeathReviews
|
Stats
300 Views
6 Reviews Added on January 28, 2011 Last Updated on January 28, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
|