There is that one
that always knows
by instinct or by luck
or neither I suppose.
That indelible one
who has that
perfect look
that others
will just never know.
Having had
way too much
from that perfect cup
I know my belly to be full.
With my infectious ache
it's late
near 4 am
I can't quite get her
out of my head.
If you've had
the luxury of
reading my sullen words
through all these years
tonight Iam breaking
my cardinal rule
there will be rhyming.
Oh how the words
tumble and crash
I'm afraid my insides
may not last.
I could have turned
ignored it all,
and gone on about my day,
but even I must admit
that when I saw
that beautiful girl
I had to ask
for a name and a hug.
I swear my eyes
are truly hers
I am constantly
searching for her look
it never takes long
before I start missing her.
Oh what a fool
to find myself
backed up against the wall.
I am now counting
hours to minutes
re-reading words
over and over again
all because
of this woman
I fell in love with...
Entitled I Suppose
because no one
ever truly knows
how we decide
what love is.
My definition
may just have
a different tone
of meaning.
I am afterall
a poet
sick with words
making up love's images.
When or if
I see Beauty
I know I am never wrong.
So instead,
I make a list
of forbidden words
never
to be mentioned or spoken.
I've written well-enough
the breadcrumbs
strewn and spread all around
it is now up to you
to pick them up
and come with me
to town.
Yes,
There were better endings
to my rhyming poem
I'll write tonight
of our morning
that is
if you get my tone!
Smiling.
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