I'm in a chat room - A.I.M,
Been asked to prove my love to them,
But do they know I can't describe,
The searing passion that's inside.
I miss her more with each heartbeat,
And every footstep down the street,
So, dear reader heed my words,
For I've got a love that spans all worlds,
Challenge me, well if you must,
But be prepared for an onslaught of slush
Round two, I strike another blow,
For mine's a trial you just can't know,
Dear Cariad, Love seems fathoms deep,
In the oceans of our souls, made from tears we weep,
For the binds that tie us together pains,
Our very hearts it pulls and strains.
As with each mile- hurts more and more.
But wait- there's much more slush in store!
Round three, The competition's warm
-ing up, (though you may think it's boring)
Love for Amanda never fades,
For she's my light in Solitude's shade.
And as the twilight hours draw apace,
I dream about her gorgeous face,
You think THAT's Slush? Well think again!
This Mushiness' a growing trend
Round Four, Are you ready for more?
Of Poems about whom I adore?
My eyelids grow much heavier now,
As the hours wear on, like a harvest’s plough,
It’s getting late, body’s getting heavy,
For goodness sake it’s 4am already,
But my love still does not deplete by any,
Soon I will join the land of dreams,
Where we’re together, no lonely scenes,
I’ll never win this little War,
But my feeling for her is too big to ignore,
Call it love or call me Foolhardy,
But I’m me. Not you. So don’t be so sarcy!
I’m ready for sleep, So tired my love,
May I fall into your arms, though it’s never enough.
One second or a million is always to short,
For our time spent together. I’m sad to report.
Nos Da, my dear Cariad, we’ll soon be together,
In our dreams at least, where we can snuggle- forever
Round Five, and blissful contentment reigns,
I’m only half here, playing Poetry games,
The other half? Our place, where I’m holding your hand.
Our Souls dance together in a fantasy land,
The melody’s emotions and the lyrics our dreams,
I wish that this place was as real as it seems,
But alas! When I wake, I’m all alone once more,
Four thousand miles from here to your door.
Four thousand daggers shred my heart into pieces,
Four thousand painful moments smell like faeces,
But There’s Four thousand reasons while I’ll never leave.
Well There’s actually much more, who’s counting? Not me [pic]
And this time spent apart may all seem so wrong,
But what it seems to make weaker, it really makes STRONG.
Years pass like minutes and months pass as quickly,
Time all turns elastic, rules followed less strictly.
That’s where we are now, in the playground of our souls,
We dance, and we kiss, sweet embrace, morning strolls.
Yes Dreaming is bliss, not ignorance like they say,
Because the night brings us closer than the harsh light of day.
Round six, Final Round? Could it be I concede?
Because I’ve written too many for a sane person to read?
Could it be that I’m tired, too tired to care?
Would I look into my heart and find nothing there?
Of course not! Though my pace is certainly slowing,
My Grammar is slipping, and my tiredness showing,
My love though is boundless and I never grow weary,
Of hearing “I love youâ€
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