Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years

Our Final Walk

When I first met you, I was unaware,

Of all the fine fruits that you would soon bear.

Inspiration flowed through me, so I wrote,

Setting sail on my new poetic boat.

Your love for me ran endless miles,

While hand in hand with your sweet smiles.

Now I see you after several years have passed,

With my beating heart still making our true love last.

We yearn for guidance through silence and pain,

Asking questions most certainly in vain.

I want the ink to flow, like the blood in my veins.

After all, what else do I have that still remains?

I could tell you tales of how I would love you 'til I die,

Breaking you down to your core, until all you did was cry.

The ignorance and lack of conversing are slowly killing me.

Now I need you to open your eyes to this, so that you can see.

We're far from the end, but far from the beginning... so I feel.

We're in the midst of it all, still treading away... so it's real.

Our lives intertwined again, for what reason? We don't know.

Can we decipher his message before we both must go?

Take my hand and walk with me, you won't hurt me again, I swear.

Cherish me and hold me like we'll never again have a care.