For you a thousand times.A Poem by Too Poetic A love poem
The very definition of beauty
lies deep within your eyes, It lies within your delicate smile. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, And if the whole world stops to watch you walk by, If the ones who can see and if those who are blind, Stop and stare while you pass them by, It can only mean that you are a fallen angel. I begin to venture through these unfamiliar waters of love, As I gaze inside your hazel brown eyes, The blazing fire within them, incinerating my fear and worries, of falling in love, in an instant. A fire burning intensely, An inferno seen from a distance, You speak the tongue of love fluently, Guiding me slowly to its teachings, As you take my hand, placing it near your heart, You tell me to listen. You say the rhythm of love, is similar to birds singing, Singing a beautiful and exotic song. I softly whisper into your ear, with fear in my heart That it won't be much longer until I've fallen In love. I've developed a severe addiction, Your love is like an addictive narcotic, Shipped from the far tropics of love You're the only drug I'll ever need, I ask you why, why has an angel, Like yourself, fallen for me, I fear that one day you'll leave, back to heaven from which you came, You place a finger on my lips, silencing me with the softest kiss. It wipes away my memory, my recollection of all things my entire history of what ifs, You tell me I'm the only one That you will ever love, I hold you in my arms, and tell you the very same, You take away the pain, Helping me find the way. As i kneel down now, in hopes that there'll come a day When you'll accept my last name, With a pleasing excitement in your tone you tell me yes, As I place the ring on your finger, Yes you repeat, yes over and over "For you my love, for you a thousand times" Dearest wife I say, darling husband you reply. As we begin to age together now, our bond grows ever strong, years and years simply fly us by, Yet It appears as though, that Father Time is envious of our love, He wishes not for it to survive, In the end Father Time always wins, For dying is but a mortals fate, and as one life begins, one surely must end. I curse your name, Father Time, cursing it again and again, For you have taken my dearest love away. Today I brought you flowers my love, I place them near your grave, I love you dear angel of mine, we'll soon be together again, In the distance i hear the softest reply, The birds begin to sing a familiar beautiful song, "I love you too my love, For you a thousand times." © 2016 Too PoeticAuthor's Note
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Too PoeticSt.Paul, MNAboutI grew up in the inner city, I started writing poetry at a young age to help relieve the feelings I felt growing up. Life is never easy, but writing poetry helped me identify myself, it helped me see .. more..Writing
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