love poem

I can’t believe it’s been 5 years since I wrote this poem. Here’s hoping someone comes along soon to inspire me like he did.

here I am, thinking

Wouldn’t it be nice to write a poem?

wondering when…

if I’ll see him tonight.

oh, Big Daddy,

your sweet little thing is waiting for you

been waiting,

no hating.

just waiting…

not for ‘the one’

but Someone

who could grab my heart and say

look how we’re the same.

Don’t play me, beautiful

you can ask me anything,

I’ll never lie to you

For someone I can believe!

pushing me, so very gentle

in forging this bond

Someone who knows my logic is a front

that I’m hiding my inner neurotic

as if it’s a crime.

But this isn’t a poem,

it hardly even rhymes!

Is the rhythm only in my imagination?

Are we only pretending to dance?

And do time and circumstance

trump the power of this almost romance

the words pour out of my heart

only now they rhyme.

Big daddy… when did that start?