Tumble, stumble in the dark
my way back to you
Your song as clear as the lark's
in notes your love shines through
Your soul I'll neatly wrap
in poetry of my own
In future, it leaves a dusty map
of experiences grown
One will cast their eyes and read
of the wonder that is you
for they haven't had the honor to meet
the only you that's true
So let me write you into eternity
which not anyone befalls
It'll grant you immortality
when inevitably, Death calls
For I owe you, a thing that's true
for all those other things you do
a feeling pure, a feeling new
you granted me the words "I love you".
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
