daryl widder

(09/16/1990)

My Ment to Be


As soon as i saw you my search came to an end,
As soon as i saw you i knew i had to be a friend.
As soon as i saw you i wanted to know you,
As soon as i saw you i wanted to adore you.

And know were here days, monthes, or years.
We made it through all the pain and tears,
Bypassed all the sadness and fears,
Concered all the dangers and dares.

We did enjoy the magic of life,
We did enjoy how it made us just right,
We did enjoy the fun filled nights,
We did enjoy our first romantic night.

Submitted: Thursday, June 02, 2011
Edited: Thursday, June 02, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/2/2011 4:27:00 AM)

    Great poem with brilliant imagery and wonderful style. I rate it 10.
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