Suppose I tell you
Suppose I tell you
that my heart has been yours,
since that breezy October evening,
when I gazed into your eyes,
and you into mine,
I saw your soul,
you saw mine,
You saw all my needs and my desires,
you saw your reflection,
but did you see us?
Suppose I tell you
that in that moment,
I saw my future,
I saw us,
growing old,
being happy,
content with our life together,
and as we change,
our love never fades,
because I found you,
and you found me,
but is this true love?
Suppose I tell you
that you give my life meaning,
there’s no distance too far,
for each day that passes,
is one day closer
to the day we are together again,
but until that day we shall be patient,
for true love waits,
I will be waiting,
will you wait for me?
that my heart has been yours,
since that breezy October evening,
when I gazed into your eyes,
and you into mine,
I saw your soul,
you saw mine,
You saw all my needs and my desires,
you saw your reflection,
but did you see us?
Suppose I tell you
that in that moment,
I saw my future,
I saw us,
growing old,
being happy,
content with our life together,
and as we change,
our love never fades,
because I found you,
and you found me,
but is this true love?
Suppose I tell you
that you give my life meaning,
there’s no distance too far,
for each day that passes,
is one day closer
to the day we are together again,
but until that day we shall be patient,
for true love waits,
I will be waiting,
will you wait for me?
I hope that this encourages you to look into Michael Pintard's poetry and to possibly compare my poem this his and to note the contrast of our lives. Maybe next year he will be included in the Love and Tragedy section of Introduction to Literature's Poetry Project.
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