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Not Just a Rock

If I picked it up And put it in someone's hand They would say, it's just a rock, it's not so grand They'd examine the stone They'd give it a look They tell you that to pick it up, wasn't worth the effort it took They'd have not a clue They wouldn't see The rock was special because we found it, you and me A million other rocks look the same But it was our find Upon closer examination, just like you, it is one of a kind It's the one we didn't pass by the one we didn't skip or throw Why is it special, only you and I know It's all of the things in the rock That people will never see All of the dreams put in it between you and me Dreams of a place so far away A life shared together Together with you, the best dream ever In that rock Is the feeling of our fingers as your hand reached for mine Or how your hair blows in the breeze, the beauty sent a tingle down my spine That rock was there As you looked me up and down My soul melts in those eyes, and my heart does just drown Inside that rock Is each footstep we took Or how you knelt for lake glass, I couldn't help but steal a look That rock has the knowledge Of this secret date It also knows that you are my soulmate That rock holds the sorrow Of so much time spent apart Years of longing and aching of the heart The rock was witness To silently shed tears The quiet suffering of bottling up so many fears Sincere, True, honest love is what it holds the most Only something as strong as a rock, could hold all of it in I could try and explain the depth of my love, but wouldn't know where to begin So I give you this rock It's silly to look at, and doesn't seem like much But hold it in your hand over your heart and you will feel its touch Most people would want diamonds or jewels I give you a simple stone But in it is every emotion that we have shared or shown So it's not just a rock Its filled with you and me Everything in it only you and I are lucky enough to see

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Date: 8/8/2018 4:09:00 AM
This poem is a tribute to the little things we choose along the way to remind us of the good days, the wonderful days, and the great days, and we have trouble giving these things up. You are correct. Others will never know the significance of our rock.
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