philip teed


Love for Her


I did not know of emotions,
Until I met her.
I did not know of love,
Until I met her.
All the emotions that I knew
was Anger, Kindness, and Caring.
Before I met her I was in disarray.
Now I will hope to marry her and find an emotion,
That has eluded me for so long.
May the love I have inside boil the more I see her.
I will do my best to love her for as long as I can.
So in this one person,
This one human being.
I found, NO,
I understand emotions that I was only told about.
May the way she sees me be at least equal to the way I see her.
Because with her I am making my own path,
With her I can accomplish anything,
As long as she stays by myside.
Either in spirit or presence.
I will always succeed.

Submitted: Friday, December 15, 2006
Edited: Thursday, December 09, 2010
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