Like a surgeon you opened me up
And the tear that fell from your eye,
When that mutinous speck of dust flew in,
Shook hands with my blood flow
And mended the wounds that had
Been festering there for years.
And like that surgeon, you sewed me shut
With a needle of kindness and stitches of hope
You held my hand when the gas wore off
And I awoke to your satisfied smile.
You made me whole again.
And now, I swear, all I say is true
That my heart only beats so it might
Beat with yours when we are close.
That I only breathe so that I might
Remember how when your lips touch mine.
That I only see so that I might
Know what true love looks like.
And it looks like you.
You are the poem I could never write,
Though somehow you exist in the
Form of a living, breathing, human being.
Though to me, you’re more of an angel.
The concert I could never see,
The prophet I could never meet,
The hope I could never find.
Yet here you are, and you are mine.
No words could express the joy
I feel when my heart skips a beat
From a simple moment passed with you.
And no words could define the love
I feel when I see you smile.
Just knowing that somewhere, in that
Happy person, a love resides,
A love for me.
And it feels like hope.
If I could build a palace,
Or pen an epic ballad,
Perhaps paint a mural,
And know you’d understand.
I’d spend my whole life loving you,
All the while, holding your hand.
I’d pass the chance for eternal fame,
And a life chiseled in history’s stone.
Even if it meant I could explain,
I’d give it all up, for eternity with you.
You are the only legend I need.
| This is beautiful! I love the imagry of comparing him to a surgon, and I understand exactly how you feel. Overall, I think it came out pretty well, even if some of the word choices and phrasing are a bit odd o.O. No big deal though, And I say you just have to be a bit less hard on yourself.|
|| Posted on 2009-04-03 00:00:00 | by Texan_Poet | [ Reply to This ] |