Another Poem, rough draft
For those that could care, drop a few comments on this piece, whether it be positive or negative, lemme know whatcha think. Please be constructive? Heheheh.
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Today I’m going to tell the most beautiful woman ever, that I love her. But with her there has got to be a more suitable way of saying it without using the same three words to describe this emotional wave that I get, in my heart, when near her.
Do you know the tingle one gets, while looking at the flicker in the flame of a single candle on the single most magical night, while the moon rests lazily in his perch at the corner of a cloudless sky, while all the stars in the cosmos streak through the pitch black sky like a net through the clearest of lakes trying to catch the smallest of the creatures? Do you know that tingle? It’s the tingle of my love for this, not, so perfect woman.
Do you know the sound a single drop, sliding down a solitaire icicle which hangs so precariously from a sentient Willow Tree, makes as it spirals through this frozen space of you and me to splash down with near angelic grace on a frozen rose? Do you know that sound? That’s the sound of my love for this, ever blooming, ever growing, ever transcending through the cosmos while smiling down on those she graces, woman.
Do you know the feeling one gets while, watching the last dove fly by a field of freshly blooming Calla Lily Lilac Mists at twilight, in the middle of the largest city, of the largest state, while Orion watches from his framed like state in the heavens, as he, watches this miracle unfold? Do you know that feeling? That’s the feeling of my heart experiencing this extract of emotion that has been imbedded in my soul with needle point precision, funneling my love for this woman into my very being.
Do you know the nervousness one gets while, on stage, pouring his heart into his poem while, those that are listening aren’t really listening but are just watching, watching the one on stage pour his heart into a fiery hot lava like basin of god-like proportions, while the woman of all desire and all passion and all inspiration and all…nervousness is derived from is, sitting right there, watching from right there, willing to be right here, while, pretending to listen? Do you know that nervousness one gets? That’s me, and this is more, than those same old three.
~Fin
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Today I’m going to tell the most beautiful woman ever, that I love her. But with her there has got to be a more suitable way of saying it without using the same three words to describe this emotional wave that I get, in my heart, when near her.
Do you know the tingle one gets, while looking at the flicker in the flame of a single candle on the single most magical night, while the moon rests lazily in his perch at the corner of a cloudless sky, while all the stars in the cosmos streak through the pitch black sky like a net through the clearest of lakes trying to catch the smallest of the creatures? Do you know that tingle? It’s the tingle of my love for this, not, so perfect woman.
Do you know the sound a single drop, sliding down a solitaire icicle which hangs so precariously from a sentient Willow Tree, makes as it spirals through this frozen space of you and me to splash down with near angelic grace on a frozen rose? Do you know that sound? That’s the sound of my love for this, ever blooming, ever growing, ever transcending through the cosmos while smiling down on those she graces, woman.
Do you know the feeling one gets while, watching the last dove fly by a field of freshly blooming Calla Lily Lilac Mists at twilight, in the middle of the largest city, of the largest state, while Orion watches from his framed like state in the heavens, as he, watches this miracle unfold? Do you know that feeling? That’s the feeling of my heart experiencing this extract of emotion that has been imbedded in my soul with needle point precision, funneling my love for this woman into my very being.
Do you know the nervousness one gets while, on stage, pouring his heart into his poem while, those that are listening aren’t really listening but are just watching, watching the one on stage pour his heart into a fiery hot lava like basin of god-like proportions, while the woman of all desire and all passion and all inspiration and all…nervousness is derived from is, sitting right there, watching from right there, willing to be right here, while, pretending to listen? Do you know that nervousness one gets? That’s me, and this is more, than those same old three.
~Fin