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Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?
Quoting: MALACHI 27724247 Quoting: Being Mindful
"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest; Quoting: MALACHI 27724247
So much love and longing.
Short of breath and gasping for air,
This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.
The silence overwhelms me;
Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –
It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;
Drifting further and further away.
The ground gives way beneath my feet;
I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.
Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?
My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.
Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.
I could fall for the rest of my life;
More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,
The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,
I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.
I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.
I breathe out, is she thinking of me?
Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.
I try to count the heartbeats.
I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,
I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,
When the sun retires to its place for the night;
And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.
Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,
When the waters recede and return from whence they came?
Do the leaves of the tree lament?
Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –
Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?
They say home is where the heart is,
So my home will forever be with her.
During these periods of inevitable separation,
Of seemingly immeasurable distance,
I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.
Finding my home away from home,
In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,
In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,
Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,
That only my heart can decipher.
Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,
And each breath feels like pins and needles,
And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,
Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.
It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,
That grants me peace.
I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,
Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,
Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,
I will find myself once again,
Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.
They say the best things in life are worth the wait,
So I will be patient,
As I await the return of my beloved."
That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.
What are you waiting for her to do?
Oh, she's away spending the week in Arkansas with her kiddos. Just holding down the castle until she gets home. I just started writing this while I was listening to a mix cd I had made for her. When she gets home we're going to have a nice little celebration with a bottle of expensive wine, the giving of several gifts (including a new electric acoustic Ibanez and a Yamaha keyboard I bought for her) and this poem and I also will be telling her the good news about a couple of big shows I got lined up for her. I just wanted to make the return home special for her.
she will then appreciate it gladly. good luck to you...
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