This Is It
If I could only
Stop crying and laughing
And shouting my victory
On the inside
Maybe I could savour it
And carress it
And use the myriad
Of phrases and
Ideas and metaphors
That would be appropriate
For this, but I
Can't for the tears
And the mirth and
The beauty,
Perfection,
Sublime, ultimate
Enormous and totally
Helplessly,
Stupidly,
Utopian
Love that I am now
Experiencing.
I know now,
My God I can
Tell all and know
What it is and now
Move myself to weeping
For knowing what Shakespeare was
Really saying.
This is the moment,
The instant, the
Eternally radiant
Tide of love that I
Have waited for, that
I can't admit to but
Can't deny and shall
Not forget, but
Leap in this
Sentimental explosion due
To the fact that I know,
Forgetting all else, before and after and in between,
That this is it.















Comments
I want to comment on how nice it is, but I don't know where to start. Most poems have a rhyme or two in every other line, but your's seems to blend together into an entricate way to make a word-by-word song, or a slow and sad poem that would entertain anyone who has been in love and experienced the true happiness of the relationship, or the simple feeling of your love being returned. Those who have had their heart broken can look apon this poem, and be saddened, but at the same time feel respect for you and your work for the simple fact of it's use and just being here. I hope you relise that this poem touched my heart after I read it, and I can sympathis. I'm inlove. I'm in that head-over-your-heels crap, and I swear to god I'm never going to trip. Fall, trip, nothin'. I think I hit the jackpot on this one, and I hope that our relationship can blossom into something that you have.
And if you don't have it, I pray to God that he returns your feelings, for it can truly hurt to lose the one you have imagined growing old with, break your heart. I hope that you feel confident in your abilities all the same, nomatter what anyone will ever say.
And if you haven't already figured it out.. *favorites this, and all that good stuff* xD
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R.I.P. Herbie - 4:15 PM, 11/04/05
And while everything seems to be going under
I just want it to all be the same
I am touched that this poem brought so much up for you and thanks again for the favourite!!!
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We're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
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We're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Ps. We must talk further, I'll be on the phone at some point.
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Grammar are for squares!
And from my withered and shriveled soul, thats high praise indeed.
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Weave a circle round him thrice
And close your eyes with holy dread;
For he on honeydew hath fed
And drunk the milk of paradise.
-Coleridge, S.T. "Kubla Kahn"
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We're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
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the rose has guided me to the direction of my destiney
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