From the Vaults: My Only Poem

I promised myself I would never do such a thing, but everything a writer writes is something for the public to consume. That holds true with the only poem I have ever written. I wrote it during a dark period for me though the subject of it is quite upbeat. It was my way of seeing the brighter side of things, even if I could never have those things.

I do not claim to be a good poet, and I believe this is a terrible effort, but it is something that helps unravel the enigma that is me. It also explains why I never wish to write poetry. Without further ado, I present my only poem.


About You

By Timothy Connor


Her eyes are beautiful, soft

and powerful. That smile, oh

that smile makes me weak.

 

A millennium might pass yet

one thing… one thing is constant:

my love for her is eternal and

unconditional.

 

We may not

be perfect, but fate found us

alone and scared; lost

and broken.

 

Now, we are one

one life, one love, one

soul, bound not by

blood nor virtue.

 

We are bound

because fate demands, no,

decrees that we are

meant to be.

 

And nothing, not anything

will ever be able to

change the way I feel

about her.

 

About you.


As I said at the top: I am not a poet and never aspire to be one. I put this here for people to read and learn more about me.

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