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Emmett Mar 2020
Best friends sister,

She said you should,
And that's how it began.
She shared I would,
And that's how I got mad.
That night I took a break,
And decided to forgive
My best friends sister who made this all begin.
I rampaged and I roared,
I wrote and destroyed.
Then, when it was over,
I decided to forgive.

I hope that she believes me,
When I said to her,
That I have forgiven,
plus another third.
I say, an action, does not define you,
you are still the same
Oh, best friends sister you are still, as you came.

I hope within this process of forgiveness,
You have forgiven yourself,
And not go on blaming for an unselfish self.

I wish as well that you,
Will take my apology for my quick words and harsh phrases.

So, I hope this shows as proof,
That you have been forgiven for the mistake you made,
And the first roll you played,
In our kindling flame.

Asking:

I sit within the air,
As I decide what to say,
To my girlfriend to be
And how to voice my apology.

There goes my note,
It is afloat,
We shall see what her answer will be.

We arrive at our rental house,
She asks to meet in the place where we last parted.

Cards:

As we sit my traveling companion,
Silence, decides to join us.
I think the room may be heating up from our feeble attempts to talk.
Finally she banishes him with a single phrase,
"Would you like to play cards?"
I am thankful for her bravery to start,
Even if it is a game of solitaire.

Girlfriend:

She says we should begin to talk,
My mind goes blank.
And my world is changed in one moment,
In one word,
In one girl.
She wonders if we should make it public,
It takes me a moment to remember all that has happened,
And all that has begun.
I think of nothing...

Appreciation:

She says that she is sorry
For not showing appreciation for all that I  have done for her.
I am astonished,
She has done more for me than I could ever dream of doing it for her.
She asked to begin,
She asked to walk,
She asked to dance,
She wrote letters and postcards. But most of all,
She is herself,
She is _.

Beauty:

It is time to leave,
She leaves for camping in two days.
I feel forlorn as she drives away,
Her exquisite,
Beautiful,
Amazing face disappearing from view.
The face that I can never seem to recall, no matter how many times I see it.
She turns the corner and is gone.
I think that I will see her tomorrow And the day after before she disappears...

Sinking in:

Three days have passed since her monumental words,
And still every day I remember
And rediscover that she is my girlfriend.
Emmett Mar 2020
Hand prayer knot:
Our hands touch as she teaches me to make a prayer knot.
I feel a spark.
Her face is beautiful and alive.

Pulchritude:
We go it to the dance.
She has pulchritude,
Even though I don't have the nerve to tell her.

Pictures:
Our pictures are taken.
My hand trembles as I tie her corsage.
She looks beautiful.

Silence:
The silence returns as we enter the dance floor. It has an awkward tinge.
I wish I could hold her hand or something to lighten the atmosphere.
When I look at her I forget everything.
The tension eases as we begin to talk.

Quiet outside:
It is quiet outside.
It is peaceful as the rain drops come down on our heads.
The urge to hold her hand appears again.
I look down at the water speckled boards.

Jumping:
The night begins to blur.
The jumping, the spinning, the dancing, the laughing, the talking.
It is all on one moment frozen in time. So small as to be nonexistent, yet so large as to be our life.

Final song:
The final song has begun, Home.
I wish to dance with her yet the fear is too great.
And yet with an unfathomable will she crosses the bridge between us and asks to dance.

What is this unknown emotion?
What is this unknown emotion?
Is it fear? No, it is to joyful.
Is it joy? No, I feel too anxious.
Is it anxiety? No, I feel to calm.
I have no words to describe what I feel.
Love? No, love is too strong of a word.
Like? No, like his too week.

Even without words it is so strong and unbound, yet un-actionable.
She asks what is to come. I look into her eyes and can think of nothing to say.

Tomorrow:
I wake up the next morning with one thought in my head, the intriguing girl.
The one so beautiful as to cause me to forget, yet so smart.
So strong-willed as to ask me to dance, yet so shy.

May we meet again and again,
oh mysterious girl, oh wondrous girl, oh beauty girl.
Emmett Mar 2020
It's perfect and beautiful to not be the most hilarious, joyful, kind, goofy, outgoing -- and yet still quite, beautiful, smart, thoughtful person ever for a while. After all you have to let other people shine on occasion.

I'll be here smiling while I walk beside you until you decide to want to smile too.

And on those days where you think your only option is to crawl I'll join you on the ground in the fall.

Or if you can only sit and cry for hours I'll be here holding you, making this moment ours.
Emmett Mar 2020
It’s 2 o’clock and I can’t get to sleep
I know you’re doing you shouldn’t be
I lay in bed and cry all night
Waiting for you to know you’ll be alright
Emmett Mar 2020
A beautiful sky starts a beautiful day
A beautiful face starts a beautiful play

I flit between acts of beauty and bliss
Every morning and night I dream of your kiss

So lovely of lovelies among many and few
So beauty of beauties a good morning to you
Emmett Mar 2020
A beautiful face starts a beautiful day
Your a beautiful girl, oh I hope you’ll stay

I flit between acts of beauty and bliss
Every day and every night I dream of you kiss

So beauty of beauties among many and few
Oh lovely of lovelies I wish a good morning to you
Emmett Mar 2020
I would tell you everything
and nothing:
the only thing I would wish to tell you, that I haven’t, is simply how much I care.
unfortunately I can’t tell you that.
at least not without too many pages of writing
too many minutes of song
too many lines of poetry
too many moments of life
too many lives to live
too many too many’s
therefore what you perceive as the care that I give and the feelings I have are only ever the over flows of lives lived, moments had, poems said, minutes with you , songs sung, pages read, and manys spent together

— The End —