There was a time... The first rhyme You ever read to me That time when I, Once unappreciative, But that night... Fell in love with it. You recited your hurt like art, A delicate voice, But with trembling heart.
During those early days of early love. I always wanted to read along as you read aloud.
And I would've died to be the page you'd slaved upon. Tears, blood, passion unrivaled like a daring dawn That fights the night till the day is gone. Perhaps it was to feel connected to you, But I began to write my stories too. I threaded them together painstakingly, Usually in the lonesome limbos I felt achingly, Anxiously, And it took so long to share myself with you.
Did you know you were the first to ever see them? You always thought I was beautiful.
Once again, you encouraged the fire free. And this isn't the only sea You've taught me to sail. Now I place my work here With the sheer raw emotion I so dearly make clear. It is one of the few things I've made mine. I never said I had talent, but at least I can rhyme! And now?
Now I write for me.
One of the most wonderful and wondrous things I admire in life is the ability to inspire and be inspired by the passion and love of those around you. If I hadn't met you, would I have such a great outlet for my thoughts and feelings? Thank you for teaching me to appreciate poetry.