Love is something
this poets Pen has come upon
time and time again
But each time I have written
I wrote of the falling
Falling Into Love
Falling Out of Love
But Now when it comes time
to Write words of Love its self
I sit in awe and amazement
That for so long
I questioned truth of the word
When I had never known
But only the falling
Yet For so Long it was before me.
So Now I shall say what few words
My mind doth Piece together
In My Own defence
The falling,
True in its own right,
But as much the same a lie
For If one falls into love
One must worry of the Falling out
But still I sit in my awe and amazement
I find myself In love,
That I never tripped
Nor stumbled upon
Nor did I fall to find it
I and she merely were,
There was no wooing
There were no sweet lies of lovers lips
Nor the Falsities of the courtship
merely a Friendship that became
And yet always was so much more.
As much as the sweet nothings
Of the words forever, always, and eternal
Do wish to slip past my lips as they have so many times before
But this time I shall Not utter them
I shall Not speak there names
For I know that If they are truth
And Not merely the thoughts of Idle minds
Then they shall go with out saying
As they are with in the very words
I Love You.
this poets Pen has come upon
time and time again
But each time I have written
I wrote of the falling
Falling Into Love
Falling Out of Love
But Now when it comes time
to Write words of Love its self
I sit in awe and amazement
That for so long
I questioned truth of the word
When I had never known
But only the falling
Yet For so Long it was before me.
So Now I shall say what few words
My mind doth Piece together
In My Own defence
The falling,
True in its own right,
But as much the same a lie
For If one falls into love
One must worry of the Falling out
But still I sit in my awe and amazement
I find myself In love,
That I never tripped
Nor stumbled upon
Nor did I fall to find it
I and she merely were,
There was no wooing
There were no sweet lies of lovers lips
Nor the Falsities of the courtship
merely a Friendship that became
And yet always was so much more.
As much as the sweet nothings
Of the words forever, always, and eternal
Do wish to slip past my lips as they have so many times before
But this time I shall Not utter them
I shall Not speak there names
For I know that If they are truth
And Not merely the thoughts of Idle minds
Then they shall go with out saying
As they are with in the very words
I Love You.
Now i think
Of those who's Paths were crossed
to whom i uttered my sweet nothings
Knowing they did not stand true
and yet i cannot ask there forgiveness
For without them
i would never have been able to take her hand
and utter the sweet words
I love you Korisa.
For it is the actions of the past
that made me look with light of truth
To see the lie i told myself for all to long
So rather than Utter word to beg for bitter forgiveness
I thank them
as one would thank the fallen
Of A war that should have gone unfought
