[First Post] 25
Escondido, CA USA
Oh! I've often wondered how poems were made
Between the passions of gold and jade;
To capture time with only your will,
For just a moment to hold it still.
My hopes and dreams, I can not deny
To ponder where my fate shall lie;
Whether it grows, or may it fade,
A richer life from what is made.
I've asked not for this, nor felt I sought
With those I've loved and what it's brought;
If fate shall chill and bring calm by me,
You're truly Inspiration of love to be.
I hope in the future, and not so far,
That you'll gaze upon our special star;,
May the light grow brighter without the shade,
For I've often wondered how poems were made.