I've seen a lot of great poetry in the forums and I wanted to contribute one of my favorite poems that I've written. Its long and sappy. I'm a bit of a marshmallow on the inside for lovey dovey stuff :)
For What its Worth
If my love were solid, it would be a storm.
A torrential hurricane in my soul, expanding it well beyond its original capacities.
And if every drop of this storm's rain were a sun,
The reflection of the moon would be the only light you could see.
My mortal confines will not permit me to release the love that dwells inside.
My soul struggles to manage the amount of love contained within its entity.
To release it all would be to pour the universe out of a thimble.
My heart aches to express the intentions and love it has never known before.
It is rendered mute and inept,
but still yearning for our next encounter even though it is disabled by the shock.
The ice that once formed my forgotten heart had purified itself so many times,
that its former incarnation was but only a distant memory, forgotten even by its possessor.
Now my soul fills the air around me,
it gropes and grabs to find what it could never see before.
I am awoken by your soul, it has whispered to mine since our first encounter.
Silent yet screaming its messege of want and need.
Our souls collide with one another in a playful manner
and still with an urgency, a needfulness that is clearly not innocent.
Scarred and mutilated by former ghosts of love,
I feel the healing of wounds every time we touch.
I feel the storm bound
and the fiercness of my love when my senses are exposed to your being.
Nothing can make my heart soar and pound in my chest like the glances of your eyes,
I try to dissect the notions of you, the freckles and hairs like secrets on your skin.
The deviations in the color of your iris are like an eden created for my soul's delight.
The tips of your fingers have grooves that evoke a friction that grips my soul and still soothes.
The subtle hints of wheat in the golden tufts of hair are a priceless commodity to my eyes,
like a hidden place where the sweetest solace is found.
The heat of your skin can comfort my soul's core
and corrode the scar tissue built up in my heart.
I cannot attempt to draw you, to do so would be a hinderance to your perfection.
The light that you exhume will never be found in any mediums dim existance.
Even trying to capture my love for you with words is to use a butterfly net to capture the moon and the stars.
To lose you would be taking my last breath.
I am certain I could not remember how to recreate the simple mortal tasks involved in living
now that I have been exposed to a life with this love.
My soul burns and the light of a million suns is dispensed by my lifeless carbon shell.
The life I led before was nothing but a corpse waiting to slumber.
now with purpose I walk the ground of earth and I want to live.
I love you.
The tree meager words, these pathetic three syllables, these eight worthless symbols
are all I can give you.
The only weight that holds my soul flush to the confines of reality
is the melancholy incurred by the possesion of so much love and a total lack of a way to express it.
But,
I love you.
For what its worth
Long isn't it? hehe, well that my contribution, please tell me what you think.
