Two rhyme royals and an altered rhyme royal.

"There's a place for us...somewhere, a place for us."


For Us

Someday I feel our paths will cross once more
Our futures stand united; this I know
My heart awaits a love like none before
Enraptured by its certain steady glow
Days in and out will only serve to show
An ever-growing spread of love and light
You know we're meant to be; we're one, it's right.

Somehow we never truly stray apart
Our futures will be one; you know it's true
My nerves can feel the longing of your heart
Enthralling me with all the joys of you
How great our love will grow when we are two
Omitting all the bars that hold us in
When we at last can let our passion win!

Somewhere no one will tell us we are wrong
Our futures are entwined, and there we'll stay
My soul sings with sweet certainty your song
Enriching life and keeping doubts at bay
We'll breathe at last; more I can't know or say
Here with each other, loving, unafraid
Embracing all the days we two shall share
Released at last from ev'ry barricade
Encircled by each other's warmth and care.



Poetry by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2009-02-18 at 06:08

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Morgan Cellohead
Ok, ok, now I realized what happened the first time - my line was too long and so it got broken. Maybe I actually spelled it right after all, but now I have two acrostic comments that make me look like a moronface. The third try is the charm...

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What now, poetbay??
2009-02-19


Morgan Cellohead
I would just like to state for the record the first comment was written at 2 a.m., completely under two thick blankets that don't let any light out, but don't let oxygen in, either. I was also trying to look up at the screen of a partially folded laptop through the small remaining space between the screen and the keyboard, and type without making a sound. Having explained this, I would like a second chance to look like I know how to spell...

Coming from a master
of morbid poetry,
never did I expect such a
fine, sweet certainty expressed
in the brightness of the future, almost
daring the "you" in the poem to disagree,
even though I'm sure they would
never dream of it.
Touching.

P.S. I suck at acrostics, but this poem deserved at least an effort. And I can spell. Really. I can.
2009-02-19


Morgan Cellohead
Coming from a master
of morbid poetry,
never did I expect such a
fine, sweet certainty expressed
in a poem that
definitely conveys something positive, something so simple yet
even possibly
noble, or grand.
Touching.
2009-02-18