Finding a four leaf clover is rare, seeing a shooting star is rarer, winning the lotto is rarest, ...But finding the one for you Is the rarest of the rarest! I have found many four leaf clovers, enought to make a garden. I have seen plenty of shooting stars, some brighter than the sun. I haven't won the lotto, but I have found millions of pennies head side up. I even had the one that was for me! She was the prettiest girl in the world. Her eyes shined brighter than any shooting star and her smile was worth more than any lotto! Her hair was finer than any Chinesse silk. Her body was built by the gods. He slender body made me tremble. She had no flaws. She could make me laugh and she could make me smile. No matter how bad or angry I felt. She was the hand that pulled me out of any hole I was in, even the biggest of the ones I dug myself into. She was always truthful and faithful to me. She was there by my side when needed her the most, and there at the dumbest of my problems. I never felt alone when I had her. She corrected me when I was wrong, and pointed me down the the right path. I had it all when I had her! ...But I let her slip away, right through my fingers. The fingers that let her slip away, urged and pushed her away. The gods gift wrapped and angle for me and handed her to me. Why did I let her go! How could I have not known what I had. The world seems so big to me now I feel so small and alone. Those finger call out to her day and night, searching for her ...but again all alone. My soul will never be complete until i have her back. Determined I am to have her in my arms! to hold her and never let her go again!
Reason for writing:
I wrote many pomes about her. I never share them. I dont know why I shared this one. I was up late one nite and i had to talk to some one. No one was there to talk to. So I turned on my computer and just wrote. I didnt even revise or edit this. I just decided to send it as is. I read it after I wrote it and my ideas seemed confusing and my sentence ran to a blur. So that why decided not to change it. the style i wrote seems confusing or unclear the way my mind has been since i losted her. It also felt good to share something i keep to myself.
Birth sign: Gemini
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