From My Personal Vault

Initially I had typed up a rather personal post just to ultimately left click, hold, select and delete.  I guess I don’t feel as comfortable putting some feelings out there as I had originally hoped.

So in the same spirit of posting something personal, I’m posting this instead. I wrote this poem back in October 2007.  Up until then, I had written a handful of poems in my life, most when I was in junior high for a grade.  This one was the first amateur attempt at putting my feelings down in a poetic effort to convey them. 

It’s amazingly odd that even though it’s been several years ago since I composed this and some circumstances that led to this poem have changed, many of the lines still fit and are still felt regardless of the time that has passed. 

My hand written sentiment (by using the mouse in Paint) dates back even before 2007 but since it goes hand in hand with the poem included in this blog, it seemed fitting to add it to the post.

Time and Again

I lay in bed not quite asleep,

Reminding myself exactly what you mean to me.

I replay in my mind conversations past,

Speculating, wondering how long will my addiction last.

Will it be weeks, months? How many years down the road?

Will it ever end, will these emotions grow old?

With each beat of my heart, I can't imagine an end

Then my mind exclaims Hello! and reality sets in.

I presume it's simply to keep my feelings safe

'Cause I'm walking in Love, an unfamiliar place.

I often reflect on how you make me feel,

I need to pinch myself to be sure it's real.

An ambiance so delightful as if it's something new,

It must be from my feelings, of being in love with you.

So many similarities, or at least that's what you say

Yet different enough to feel new at the end of every day.

Each time I speak with you and I hear your voice,

I smile, I laugh, I love .... you leave me little choice.

I embrace those far too few moments of those extraordinary days,

I understand at this point in time, it's best to let happen what may.

I try not to think about what tomorrow may bring,

It's hard wanting more of this unique and special thing.

Since tomorrow never comes, I'll love you for today

As I have been for some time now, which leaves little left to say.

by darkeyedbrunette aka Deb