Friday, February 11, 2011
Under the weather
As I sit here in a daze words start rushing in.
Oh my, a poem !
I am not a poet yet the words do flow.
Is this hindsight or yet to come?
I rant and rave an feel a slave
I just forgot every word I just thought.
They were awesome and dear.
New words come here
Equal and enduring, a love I may never know.
Forever cheering, I am left tearing
My heart is silent for a love that never fails
One in which all that matters
Is me & you
A love so true
Full of passion, never ending days of hugs
No need for any thing but us.
Did I go through life with blinders on ?
Did you walk right past me?
Or are you yet to come?
Are you here? Yet I do not see!
Am I cold and blind?
I do feel you in my mind
My love, my life, my reason to live.
You are my best friend
My soul mate
Did we ever date?
As I stay up late
I think of you!
I dream of you!
And those times of endless love.
Title Missing Him A poem by E