The Poem With No End -------------------------------------------
Thinking about you a smile showers my face;
On your tender head I know each hair, naming them lace after lace.
Your unique voice walks freely within my dreams;
Everything you are so far fulfills me, stretching my very seams.
Eyebrow raises leaving me tongue-tied;
I am only along for the ride on this passion-tide.
I canít see whatís coming next under this blindfold;
Sight gone I still feel you accept my marigold.
Not just any flower for the desired;
But one in which you have inspired.
You still have a hard time with blind trust;
Take my hand walk with me through the angel dust.
Oneís before left your heart stranded;
Donít look worried Iím not merely a stand-in.
My throatís dry everything I say is hoarse;
Your soulís the culprit the single source.
I tell you Iím not Romeo;
Even though I know the words to make your heart overflow.
Everything you say leaves me shocked and amazed;
Paramount my mind left me dazed.
It only means you are not unstained;
Nor am I untrained.
In my life you enter;
Shooting Cupidís arrow dead center.
I know through all this I have gained a friend;
So, like our love this poem has no end . . . .
Love has a way of winding itself through and around those fortunate enough to find themselves in its spell. Indeed, true love has no end. May your love poem grow into a volume bursting at the seams! (She loved this poem, right?!) All the best, Sharon
great poem man, glad to see you in love finally, i like the contents of this alot, the only thing i might consider changing of anything at all would be the end rhymes, and even then i'm not sure how to even do that, i love your poem thou, this one is really realy good