Special One... Poem by Trevor Schulte

Fickle my heart sounds
as its counter remains missing
searching with great intent
bettered through reminiscing
So many battles fought
where white flags are sought
with an attempting peaceful resolution
for thought
Oh the years of wars
that have yet to prevail
where both sides died out
both sides failed
Even though I take one more baby step
as the time does progress
I yearn for the lovely young lady
for which I will be blessed
Where all else in my past
will seem dim to the eye
as I coexist in loving peace
in the arms of my ally
The steady beat of the battle drums
slowly and steadily succumb
to the overwhelming wedding bells
as the bride-to-be comes
Lost in the sense where
the husband tears up
as the humble loves
pass to each other, their cup
For this day may be but a shimmer of hope
as the days count down
but long live that blessed day
that will forever and a day be renown