A Poets Last Rhyme
Unlike any feeling ive ever known,
she stole more than my heart,
she stole my spirit.....my soul.
This is more love than i thought id ever see, its unimaginable,
more than i ever hoped it would be.
Words only tears can speak, i cry only tears of joy.
Looking at her i see my future, my wife, my little girl and boy.
Reaching out to kiss her lips, ive never felt anything so fine.
It's so incredible when our bodies touch,
i can feel her love harmonizing with mine.
I feel as if i came so far, as though im finally home.
She really is the one, dear Lord she finally knows.
I no longer have to stay up late, dreaming, thinking of words to write.
I think i can say goodbye now, ive finally found some peace at night.
I started writing poetry not just as a man, but as a man in love.
I continued writing poetry not as a man in love,
but as a man not knowing how it felt to be loved.
Now i will end writing poetry not as a man not knowing,
but as one who now knows.
So as i end my last poem ill end it write, ill end it with this last line..........I finally
did it, ive found the one, she's this poets last rhyme.
Copyright © Benjamin Burden | Year Posted 2007
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