Swept

Swept

A Poem by Aimee Mahathy
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I can't write about love for crap. lol so I tried to be cliche, just so I could get it out.

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Like a surgeon you opened me up

And the tear that fell from your eye,

When that mutinous speck of dust flew in,

Shook hands with my blood flow

And mended the wounds that had

Been festering there for years.

And like that surgeon, you sewed me shut

With a needle of kindness and stitches of hope

You held my hand when the gas wore off

And I awoke to your satisfied smile.

You made me whole again.

And now, I swear, all I say is true

That my heart only beats so it might

Beat with yours when we are close.

That I only breathe so that I might

Remember how when your lips touch mine.

That I only see so that I might

Know what true love looks like.

And it looks like you.

You are the poem I could never write,

Though somehow you exist in the

Form of a living, breathing, human being.

Though to me, you’re more of an angel.

The concert I could never see,

The prophet I could never meet,

The hope I could never find.

Yet here you are, and you are mine.

No words could express the joy

I feel when my heart skips a beat

From a simple moment passed with you.

And no words could define the love

I feel when I see you smile.

Just knowing that somewhere, in that

Happy person, a love resides,

A love for me.

And it feels like hope.

If I could build a palace,

Or pen an epic ballad,

Perhaps paint a mural,

And know you’d understand.

I’d spend my whole life loving you,

All the while, holding your hand.

I’d pass the chance for eternal fame,

And a life chiseled in history’s stone.

Even if it meant I could explain,

I’d give it all up, for eternity with you.

You are the only legend I need.

© 2009 Aimee Mahathy


Author's Note

Aimee Mahathy
Yeah so, please don't take this seriously. At least in the whole "quality of poem" thing. Cos I know it's cliche. But, I've been meaning to write a poem for my boyfriend, one that would completely explain all my feelings for him- cos it's so hard. So I decided to actually -be- cliche, just so I could get it all out.

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Added on April 2, 2009
Last Updated on April 7, 2009

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Aimee Mahathy
Aimee Mahathy

Bloomington, IL



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I'm 33 now, much more settled into myself, and getting back to it again. The previous about me is gonna stay for now, since it's still somewhat accurate and I need some time to figure out what to say .. more..

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