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Christopher Potter Poem
My 1 and Only Love
You are my 1 and only, this much is so true
for without you I am nothing. , with you I am everything.
With you I can do all things, with you all things are possible.
Nothing is ever out of my reach. All my dreams come true.
Before I met you I was so sad, depressed, my life was at a dead end.
You rescue me, from out of the blue,
I felt so helpless what was I to do?
An emotional ship that lost its way, no shoreline in sight
No lighthouse to light my way.
The fog from past memories and the hurt just would not go away.
The love, compassion you showed me let me know I was safe
I never thought a woman could teach me the meaning of love.
To know what it means to be needed or wanted.
You could feel all my ok pain, could even read it in my eyes.
.From this moment on I knew you were my 1 and only.
Your hand reach out to mine, our lips they touched too
From that special kiss that we shared
My mind went into a whirl wind, I felt like I could fly
It was as if I was in heaven sitting among the clouds.
I felt as if you were my 1 and only.
Our friendship,
It blossoms like a precious flower nurtured by your tenderness and affection.
That undying, unbreakable, chain of mercy with understanding, patience, that never seems
to weaken. Even in the moments I cause you to be stressed and upset.
That willingness to accept me for who I am and as I am. You never try or ask me to
change for you ever.
The personal sacrifices you make from your heart with out resolve for yourself are
inspirational to all. Love pours out of you like a fountain that never runs dry.
To my 1 and only,
Forever to you I will be true,
Through out all the good times and the bad times.
I pledge my life my heart and my soul to you.
For you is my She-wolf,
I am your Lone- wolf.
We walk through life as wolves do.
Were both lonely standing on life’s mountains?
We howled at the moon, because we can not find our perfect mate.
Like 2 wolves that meet, fall in love, live and die together so must we.
Only death can ever separate us.
Till the last breath I take, and I close my eyes forever.
For this I promise to you my darling today..
Tomorrow,
Till the end of this world as we know it.
You will always be my one
MY only
Love,
Love your Lone Wolf,
Christopher
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Miss you,like the desert misses the rain.
Miss you so much no words could ever explain.
A son’s deep love for his mother nothing can take this away.
Oh how I would have given anything if you could have stayed.
To hold you in my arms and tell you how much you are missed.
To gently kiss your fore head, like I did when your last breath left your body..
As you slowly faded away..the heat left your body..
So many words I did’nt get to say,so many thoughts I had ,didn’t get to share.
I always thought you be there and never leave..that I never run out of time..what I didn’t
do today their was always tomorrow..i could wait to see you and tell you..
Momma can I call you back? Momma could I let you go for now..
Momma I’ll be there next week for this week iam to busy..
My time with you ran out..gone …
I didn’t get the chance to tell you 1 last time I miss you…
The years are slowly ticking by. and when I am sad and down .in a pit of despair..I know
you are by my side.. just like you did when I was a boy and had bad dreams..my screams
would wake you from your sleep. You hold my hand and chase all the bad dreams away..
You wouldn’t leave my side till I quieted down and return to sleep..
Momma are you lonely? Is it cold where you are? Does the darkness scare you..
As close as I sometimes feel you to be…Your still very far…but not far enough from me
that I don’t miss you..
Miss you tomorrow ,miss you today..but nothing I ever do takes the hurt away…
your memories are tattooed on my mind..
the deep ever lost of you and what you ment to me, I carry in my heart..
forever to the end of time.
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Miss you how can I explain.
A son’s love for his mother nothing can replace.
To hug you tell you how much I care.
Gently kissed your face holding you hand as you took your last breath.
You slowly faded away no more words, thoughts to share.
What wasn't done today there was always tomorrow Momma I will call you Be up next week.
My time ran out no time left but to miss you. The years slowly ticked by and when I am sad
in despair I know you are by my side.
When I was a boy and had bad dreams my screams wake you from your sleep you hold my hand
till I went to sleep.
Momma are you lonely? Is it cold where you are? Does the darkness scare you .Do you feel
me missing you?
Miss you tomorrow miss you today but nothing ever takes the hurt away Memories tattooed
on my mind. Fore ever to the end of time.
Don’t worry momma, I haven’t forgotten about you. Cause I still miss you.
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Does she know?
I seen her yesterday ,her beauty was breath taking .our eyes met. The room became
electrifying, magnified, and unable to look away.
The way she brushes her hair away from her eyes makes me sigh. I look away
Trying to hide the fact I desire her. Does she know? Does she know her smile sends?
Chills right down my spin, right to my toes. Does she know that the warmth she gives off
toward me makes the ice fall away from my heart?
Does she know the twinkle in her eyes makes me want her for myself?
Her eyes shine like diamonds , her skin is soft as silk, and her lips are rosary as the
pedals of the finest flower before it blooms.
Her hair carries like the feather on a soft wind. .oh how I crave her.
Oh how I wish to take her in my arms and never let her go,
How the simple touch from her can fill the void in my very soul..
Does she know?
The lust I feel, burns like a hot flame…right to the core of my being.
Oh how I love to caress her, hold her in my defined muscular arms…
Oh but she is a goddess and I a lowly servant, my only wish is to serve her.
To want her is to crave her,
To crave her is to lust for her.
To lust for her is to need her.
But I sit here and pine.
For her beauty is as the rays of the sun.
To gaze at her too long would cause me to loose my sight.
Could she ever be mine?
Does she know?
She enters my dreams, what would she think if she knew my dreams?
Does she know?
Does she know I see her as no man could?
Does she know as I write down these words in the cold, she makes the room appear warm?
Oh but what if she is nothing more then a dream?
Can true love ever be? Does love at first sight really happen?
Has fate finally smiled at me? Or is it another cruel joke being played on me?
Does she know ?will she know? Will my stares and looks betray me?
Will she see the good and not just the grief the mask I hide behind?
Does she know? Does she know I think of her?
Does she know I dream of the day I can hold her tight and make her mine?
To feel that 1 sensual kiss good night? To hear her say the words I love you as she
turns off the lights?
Does she know?
Can she ever know?
In time all will know if she really was mine.
Or am I only a fool?
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