Return


I’ve know you for far to long and yet to never truly know I am like a potter with an empty canvas. In passing we have spoken as the ray of sun as it sets. Yet my every moment is a reflection of your heart. In my pursuits of purpose I have found no other who can summon my will to action. Word can never truly express as my action are more forth coming. Lend me thy hand I will give thee my heart. Although many years have pass I am still draw to you like the sailor to the sirens of sea. Sight can never sway what I have envisioned. As the turning of time beginning I stand at the edge of my tomorrow. For no other can take what was never mines to give. For as true as the beginning every heart is accounted for. My heart is no different.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem