I stand before you, ashamed.
I'm sorry, my breaking voice pleads,
that I did not cherish you the way I should have done.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you are enough and tried to change you so thoroughly.
when now I hear the poetry the ocean inside you speaks, I see;
you are so beautiful.
I'm sorry that I got distracted by the girls around you; and deeming them beautiful, forgot about your graces.
I'm sorry that I made you so unhappy and bent you to the breaking point by pointing out your imperfections over and over again.
when I should have watched in awe the way you sing and dance most divinely to the music of your heart.
you are so perfect.
we are both standing still, crying.
you are astonishingly beautiful. and as rare as a daffodil in the forest.
I am sorry, I whispered, that I never thought you worthy of my praises.
let me take better care of you from now on.
and wiping away the tears, the face in the mirror gave back to me
a smile and said: if it had been a man who treated me that way,
he should not have lived to see another day.
but you I shall forgive for look what I have found: we are so much more together than we are, if you do keep me down.
so let this day be the death of our repining and like a supernova, we shall arise in all the vibrant colours of life.
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The wand'ring soul
PoetryI found there is no way of describing poetry in an objective way everyone will understand. These are simply thoughts that come to me in the depths of the woods, in the severity of the moments away from the world, coming close to it and thinking abou...
