Writing has always been a gift,
Saved me many times,
Repaired many rifts.
So to explain my love in writing makes perfect sense.
Can clear my mind,
Makes me less tense.
The woman I love,
Where to begin,
Thanking the Lord above?
The moment my eyes caught a stare.
I knew it was true.
My heart was wide open and so very bare.
The timing was not right.
But I knew she was.
After 12 years, I hold her vision tight.
I tried many times,
To express how I felt,
I wrote many rhymes,
Just wanted her to melt.
I had problems to work through,
Alcohol being the main,
It was way past due.
Almost drove me insane.
Finally sober and with a clear mind.
I poured my heart to her.
She smiled... Boy hopefully a good sign.
I never gave up hope,
I know this one is true.
Maybe we will elope.
Happiness for both well overdue.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Writing has always been a gift,
Saved me many times,
Repaired many rifts.
So to explain my love in writing makes perfect sense.
Can clear my mind,
Makes me less tense.
The woman I love,
Where to begin,
Thanking the Lord above?
The moment my eyes caught a stare.
I knew it was true.
My heart was wide open and so very bare.
The timing was not right.
But I knew she was.
After 12 years, I hold her vision tight.
I tried many times,
To express how I felt,
I wrote many rhymes,
Just wanted her to melt.
I had problems to work through,
Alcohol being the main,
It was way past due.
Almost drove me insane.
Finally sober and with a clear mind.
I poured my heart to her.
She smiled... Boy hopefully a good sign.
I never gave up hope,
I know this one is true.
Maybe we will elope.
Happiness for both well overdue.
True story and still waiting on a response from her. Whether or not it happens I know I gave it my all so there can be no regrets.
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