Epiphany Of Tiffany - Poem by Bill Darrah
I once had an Epiphany.
Her name was and is Tiffany.
Oh how she did look at me
That first night in December,
I with my blizzard and her with her malt,
On a date much more profound than any
Date a man can ever dream of;
So profound and life-changing in fact,
That it was the closest I had ever been to love.
I will never forget to remember
That warm smile and deep curiosity in her eyes
As she seemed to examine my insides,
The heart and soul especially,
For the parts that needed the comfort of
Years and years of sadness and loneliness
That she so delicately and effectively gave to me
Simply by looking at me.
Tiffany has and will always be
The first woman to reveal true love to me,
Though she may never have had intended it to be
With someone who knows and believes
She is the best thing that ever happened to me.
I am so amazed and inspired by her
That I hope to inspire and stir
Heartfelt emotions inside of her,
So that she might be inclined to feel
Like saying to herself or to me,
'The smile on your face lets me know that you need me.
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me.
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me
Ever I fall.
You say it best when you say nothing at all.'
Her captivating spirit and beauty,
Irresistable charm and companionship,
Kind and compassionate heart
Is something I crave more and more
As time inevitably slips by
Until the time we meet and I get to say hi.
I only wish we didn't have to say goodbye,
But I can't wait to see what more
Tiffany could possibly have in store
For me to discover and implore
In that inner core
Of her heart she has tucked away
Patiently awaiting the tender words
I am to gently say
In a voice as genuinely sincere to this day
In order to free her in every way
To communicate the feelings
She might wish I knew on this day,
So that I could return the favor and repay
The love and care she has given me today.
May God Bless Her in Every Way! !
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