There have always been poems about love. Since the first of my days, I began to open my eyes. I never liked the poems though. Because I had no experience to feel its power and beauty My love came to me one day As I threw a candy wrapper at him We became best friends and held on to every last word we said My laugh was so beautiful; filled with glory. Each time I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was looking further than the scarred redness that came from my childhood He was looking at my beauty Something I couldn't see There was no body I could listen to before him No flowers that would bloom for me But when he entered the mystified life of mine Every sunshine had a golden smile to ring me with a powerful happiness. And now at these days of sorrow I begin to see myself not liking those love poems once more For they trigger a memory of mine of when I was in love with my trueness. The everything of soul I can never see him again He was destined to travel further than me And each love in the world I see is one tear shed from my eyes The scarred eyes of mine with an even brighter redness. In this heart of mine only one thing I can now be certain of a sense of loss from home The hug I never wanted to let go of.
Reason for writing:
Don't ever take something as serious as love for grantite.
Birth sign: Leo
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