The look in his eyes
The way that he laughs
I know he’s a prize,
Not many get the privilege to have.
I do not know what, and I may not agree,
But I am grateful that he can see something in me.
Of all of the beautiful souls he could choose
Of all of the stories far greater than mine
He hints subtle clues that maybe ours could intertwine
That possibly, if I’m lucky, I might just get
The privilege to hold him, to feel his heart yet.
If only I could hold his gaze long enough
To bypass the tough, more rough manly stuff
To see into his soul and to feel what he feels
Long enough to feel myself silently squeal
When I find that if possible, through thick and through thin,
That it was all worth it,
Because I was blessed with
Him.
Poetry
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This is a very lovely poem. So innocent and hopeful. It has a very dreamy feel to it. I really love it! Good job!
I’m glad you’re enjoying them!
your poem touched my heart. it reminds me of how blessed having a great love is so thank you