Then, Eternity

Then, Eternity

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

I did not fall in love

for an eternity

as I have yet

to meet her

Though life stared finally

at me and warmed that

empty echoing rented room

that i now know is

my heart

Sure as there is a heaven

somewhere

Let me stay here and wallow

in the creator's wonderfully

crafted glee

for me

And should she advise me

that my end of the promise of

vow is falling her

May she give me time to

hear the error of my ways

And may her patience stay

with the man that she swore

to love

I could not bear for her to

carry away a tear of her own

as a result of my neglect

Do treat me the same, Dearest one

this mere mortal can only do

as long as the body sternly flows

Until that final day,

Be mine and stay mine

and know thine

With glorious ravenous

excrutiating love

© 2010 TTBoy28


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. my goodness ... you just take off and cruise poetic skies, don't you ? ... your voice resounds ... the earnestness is endearing ... especially in the last 11 lines ... out of which the last four were begging to be written ... amazing poetry ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Posted 14 Years Ago


- warmed that empty echoing rented room
- that i now know is my heart

Heart-warming and touching. A soul baring love profession.
Wonderfully done.



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

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The truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..

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