Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Poem

I have always loved poems.  The best thing about poems: as author, you can do anything you want with them - bad grammar, poor sentences, and they don't have to rhyme.  You see, poems belong to the author, and whomever he wishes to give them to.  They don't even need a title, if you wish it so.


I had always heard it would come to this.


That love between two minds and spirits would travel beyond the physical realm.


That two would in all ways become one.


That friendship and faithfulness would outlast all things.


That we would become comrades in the battle of life.


That spending time together would become our favorite thing to do.


That when apart we would long for each other's company like a thirsty one longs for quenching waters.


That small courtesies and short tender touches would delight the heart so.


That forgiveness would become eagerly given.


That time and age would change everything, forever, and for good.


It has come to this.


I am grateful.

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