Hullu Mies (Crazy Man)

  Hullu Mies (Crazy Man)

I fell madly in love with her and still even now,

And as the minutes drag by, passing slowly - I get lost,

Afraid of the future without her, afraid to hear goodbye,

Am I delusional? Am I mad? Let me answer, let me explain.

When I walked into her life, I became the guy her parents didn't like,

She tried to be diplomatic, but they only felt she was being rebellious,

They tried their hardest to let her know I was bad, that I was wrong,

Even said I had prison tattoos, but it was just drama they made up.

If I had not met her, I wouldn't know what love is,

I wouldn't know the pleasure of romance - I wouldn't feel content,

I'd never know my other half - I'd be incomplete without her,

She brought peace and bliss, chasing the sad shadows from my life.

I feel she has a soul that flows through the doorway of her eyes,

That took me on a journey through affection and led me into passion,

Created memories that I will cherish and hold deep in my heart,

She is the woman who heals my broken pride - she helps me live.

I don't care what they thought or how they felt, or what they said,

Because I will love her, I will show her how beautiful she is and that is what I see,

But a million times over she will never believe my words to be true,

She thinks of me as a crazy man, but the words of her dad are hullu mies....

3/30/2018

Author's Note

My friends dad used to tell her in finnish that I was Hullu Mies - meaning crazy man... I wrote this for her...

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I didn’t know any words in Finnish- but now you’ve taught me some my friend! “Hullu Mies” might come in handy someday. How horrible for you to be treated so poorly. Your excellent, eloquent poem is filled with pain and longing and love. “She helps me live.”- what beautiful, touching, powerful words. I wish the best for you and she in the future Ghost, my friend:))

[Ghost]

Thank you... Most of the poem was along time ago, and her parents were very much in her life, so I learned to ignore it... Over time before he dad passed on from having alzheimer's and dementia he would see me even though he couldn't remember me he would tell her I was hullu mies... It stuck between her and I and when I would compliment her she would call me crazy man... So I decided to add it to a poem, (truth be told that is all I know in finnish... Thank you for a nice compliment

[Neville]

Having not long returned from Iceland... I began to think I was fluent.....in the meantime, I plan to plamt a little english flag... and in the hppe all becomes clearer and more optically refined..... AGT's Neville....

[Lydia Shutter]

So romantic and loving....crazy in love is not such a bad thing. Lydi**

[Ghost]

Thank you Lydi... But when you are being blamed for things that weren't true then I had to pull harder... Believe or not all the love poems here are for that same lady I loved back then... We are friends, family and we love one another even though we are separated by 200 plus miles..

[Lydia Shutter]

A love like that is very special.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

regardless of what others think, the relationship between two people is just that...a relationship between those two people...and should be all that matters---people used to tell me this a lot...she's bad for you---what are you doing being with her?
they cannot understand what is in our hearts.

[Ghost]

Thank you.. I know this first hand as I was and still am bad for her as her friends say.. But I love her and am not letting go of her... Thanks for commenting

[sette]

and this is one good writing earl no matter how many barriers true love still rules in the end

[Ghost]

Yes it does.... Thank you again my friend for a your kind comment..

[sette]

no problem

[Chris Shaw]

A beautiful poem filled with love for a special person. It is a pity that her Dad was so unkind about you. You write so touchingly about her, it was a joy to read. Thank you.

Chris

[Ghost]

Thanks you for reading and commenting... No one was good for his daughter... But I loved her even through my mistakes... I still love her, and I was there when he passed away... I would still be there if it happened again... Thank you for commenting

[Chris Shaw]

You are very welcome

[Neville]

I learn't a long long time ago that worrying about what others think is important, what they might think of me however, is far less so... What matters, is the way one thinks, feels and behaves towards others however grand or insignificant they might at first seem... At the end of the day we are all gonna end up dust........oh' and for the record, you do write some cracking love poems and stuff...... Neville

[Ghost]

Thanks Neville, For the comment on my love poems.. But you are right we need to respect the others and the way they think... But I try to live life not letting to many bother me... I still respected her parents but we were both in our 40's and wanted each other... Yeah one day we will be dust that is true, but I hope in my case not anytime soon...