Love is on its way
Through the years love has come and gone;
at times just grazed my heart-
But I know love is on its way!
Beautiful smiles I’ve met, honey colored eyes,
with suckling lips; after a date or two they
become strangers again-
But I know love is on its way!
At times I wonder what I’ve done wrong, maybe
said. To still be alone, lonely at heart-
But I know love is on its way!
Love is the pain of rejection, the knot in my
stomach, the heart ache, and cries of lament I’ve
shed-
But I know love is on its way!
Never had a high school sweetheart, yet many
sweet hearts have crossed my way, none have
stayed-
But I know love is on its way!
Ladies I dated are now married woman with
families; it’s hard not to think,
“That could’ve been me.”
But I know love is on its way!
Once, I fell truly in love, gave her my heart
and her daughter the world; she inspired many
love poems into sadness-
But I know true love is on its way!
Time and love don’t coexist neither does war
and peace; the time may be right, the lover
wrong-
But I know love is on its way!
The heart is still single, no children to sing too,
or a lady to make my wife and start a family-
But I know love is on its way!
I believe in destiny, reason for every action.
When you least expect it love is knocking at
your door-
I know love is on its way!
There’s a lady out there just like me, who’s
been through the ups and downs of love and
hate; patiently waiting, knowing –
Love is here!
:) I am dying DYING to hear
:) I am dying DYING to hear you beat-box this! its flow and wording just scream spoken word, I know without ever hearing you read your work that this poem would have twice the impact if read by you!
so many bits of wisdom and gold lines here,some of my fav
"after a date or two they
become strangers again"
too many times have I felt this
'Love is the pain of rejection, the knot in my
stomach, the heart ache, and cries of lament I’ve
shed-"
love is the pain of rejection is such a beautiful juxtapotion! and the entanglement of love, how we feel it physically in our bodies, as that knot in our stomach, the ache in our chest that feels overwhelming, the random tears that make no sense, I remeber once when I was 16, I hung up the phone with my now best friend, but then just good friend, and I cried. it was so random I was confused why was I crying and my sister walks in and asks whats up, I tell her I ahd no idea just hung up the phone and cried and she replies "omg you are in-love with reuben". I thought she was crazy but hima nd I did date, and love each other very much, still do just not romantically.
"she inspired many
love poems into sadness-"
I love the way you word this, giving such power to the muse, as if the poems we always write are happy to start and brought to saddness by their inspiration, like we are vessels that only project what is so, that poems have thier own feelings and we just capture them :)
"When you least expect it love is knocking at
your door"
look up sarah kay and phil kaye "when love arrives" on youtube :)
and finally an end to my epic comment
"There’s a lady out there just like me... patiently waiting, knowing – Love is here!"
:) just love how you change from love is coming to love is here, like in her perspective< yours is love is coming ie she is coming she is out there, and her perspective is love si here ie here where you are residing in you
:) really enjoyed that! thanks for the share
Much Love
Ashley