My Goddess

My Goddess

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

I put the pen to the paper, but there are no words to write.
In a world of darkness, I search for clues without the use of light.
I understand you status, why we can’t be together makes no sense.
In a stressed world, your nurturing nature makes me less tense.
As time elapses, the scars from war eventually take their toll.
My feelings for you, at first, were unexpected, like a diamond from a coal.
Sometimes, less is more.
Good things come to those who wait, so what am I stressing’ for?
On occasions, you know me better than myself.
You’re valuable to me, like a priceless vase kept on the top shelf.
Know that with me, you're safe from all harms.
Our souls have intertwined each time I’ve held you in my arms.
In a world of scarce opportunities, I’ve given you all that I can.
My feelings for you are true although I’m prohibited from bliss like a cigarette ban.
When we’re together, I can fell and see the happiness in your eyes.
My love for you is ever flowing, like tears when a woman cries.
I’ve been in love with you since the first and every time our eyes lock.
Sometimes I feel anonymous, like a bug covered by a covered by a rock.
I’ve sometimes wondered if you have ever noticed me.
My alter ego feels as if I should leave it be.
It’s cool that I can hang with you, and proudly call you my baby.
I have you, just not the way I want, but you will be mine one day… …….maybe.
I have a certain value of the friendship we’ve shared throughout the years, whether it’s the coldest day or the hottest.
I’m honored to have known you as a person, a friend, and a kind hearted soul. Most of all, I’m extremely thankful to call you my goddess.

© 2008 Richard Dotson, Jr.


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Richard Dotson, Jr.
Richard Dotson, Jr.

Bridgeport, CT



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