I guess a writer must do what he/she must do....


I said...

I said I'd never write a poem,
Words to laud your amazing smile.

I thought I'd never find something,
To reminisce about you all the while.

But if before I met you,
Could be described as a season,
It would have been the thick,
And gloomy winter for just one reason.

I said I'd never write, about you and me,
I felt I'd never expose our privacy.
But today I look at your lovely face,
And its imminent I'll write of you all over the place.

... on the table,
That bed we lie in....
On my skin,
and the love we bask in.

It's inevitable being,
One of the better things,
It's undeniable you being,
My one true soul companion.

I said I'd never write,
You know it's true,
I have not really written,
As I used to...

I have written of days glistening in joy,
I have sculpted a statue of your warm tender arms.

I said I'd never write a poem,
So I wrote of my love for you.




Poetry by Autie
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 10:59

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And I am so glad you did Autie, a beautiful poem of tribute to the man you love. Keep on writing, the muse of love is our greatest poetic gift imo. Smiling at you, Tai

Language: 5
Format: 5
Overall: 5
Mood: 5
2007-04-25


Rob Graber
Enjoyed this a lot, Autie!
2007-04-25


dinesh
I said I'd never write,
You know it's true,
I have not really written,
As I used to...


It is a real feeling of real writer. always writer feels that he failed to write what he thought. If he is succeeded in this he never try to write again.
nice lines thanks,
2007-04-25