I wrote this for my wife, I love her, awe. It is your typical sappy poem. Without names so other guys can use it for their girlfriend. Me and my wife have a really good relationship. I am grateful to her for having me for so long. If their was a Heaven every morning would be mine.
I was faltering through the streets in Heaven’s morning
Trailing through the rivers of time
When from nowhere my eyes gazed onto a girl
And her eyes, they barely grazed back to mine
So I rustle the dirt while cracking smile
She stood twisting her curly brown hair
I road on a gondola through the stream of her eyes
As she laughed, for my face, it surly was bare
I ruined my chances on that very day
I was sailing to Heaven when she walked away
Her distraction was too much, I say
So I pulled down the clouds to beat up the gods
They could not bend time just to bring her me
So I bashed in their head on the Heaven’s facades
Now their is no God, I’ve seen it truly
I made the world they way should be
Full of godless and all Atheists
Now I went to they ends of the earth this girl
You would think this was too much for a kiss
But I’d take on The Cracken if she wanted a pearl
I would travel to the deepest abyss
While on my travels to her sweet embrace
I figured what words I should use
But when I seen her in that very same place
My words, all they could do was confuse
And I came onto her as a city born demon
Calmed by an angel from the burbs
Now it’s been decades and of her I’ve been dreamin
To flavor my nights with love’s herbs
Every second away I swear it that it stings
But I must wait till the morning bell rings
For I Swear once I got her I captured that girl
That, or I stole Heaven’s mornings
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