I always wanted you.
I knew I would have you.
If I waited long enough I knew you'd get here.
With your invitation,
A rippling sensation,
Riding waves of self-doubt, destined love, hope and fear.
With the first hurdle cleared,
Your arrival was neared,
Other obstacles still stood before our meeting.
The expected time came,
Juxtaposed joy and pain,
And finally, yes finally, came our greeting.
Our join quiet voiced,
As all others rejoiced,
The overwhelming emotion never arrived:
After that epoch wait,
When at last came the date,
I felt I had already known you all my life.
On our first proper day,
Drifting sleep and awake,
You rested from your journey; I lay looking on.
Barely two hours new,
Yet familiar too,
Whatever did I do before you came along?
It is impossible no less,
I will never express,
The love that has grown, and ever continues to,
It would take all my life
To begin to describe
The height, length and breadth of my connection with you.
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Poems From an Odd Person
PoetryOddments of verses written from very young to now. All mine. Some daft, some extremely personal, some rather dismal... All poetry is a mirror of something.
