Thousand Words
They say a picture,
is worth a thousand words.
Let me write,
a thousand for each of you photos.
But what you said,
were only three little words.
The words I kept,
Holding dear inside.
My writing is sloppy,
My spelling sucks.
But every time i talk to you,
Nothing really matters.
Maybe thats the reason,
you were hidden in front of me,
all this time,
and God had his reason.
He knew that we would hit it off,
and that we are almost one.
But he knows how much,
I want to be hold.
Even though I need to do somethings,
They would better myself,
and help me,
Help you, and His sheep.
I envoy the future to come,
for once its here,
we could be closer,
then this.
But I will wait,
and keep this fire of love,
and keep it burning,
that it will burst though my chest.
Till then, my beloved.
Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2010
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