My 8th Wonder Poem by Javier Falcon

In my years of life I have traveled the world,
seeing every place people call special,
seeing what others see and call unique,
items which are priceless and beautiful.

I have traveled across the world to China,
walked the great lengths of their wall,
gone south with the Buddhist monks into India,
leaving great memories in the Taj Mahal.

Flew my way into the nation of Jordan,
stopping by to appreciate the great Petra,
then being taken to Italy, Ancient Rome,
as I imagined the gladiators battling at the coliseum.

As I navigated across the Atlantic to Central America,
to see the great Mayan temples with their due respect,
then walking myself south to the 3rd world country of Peru,
to see their great ancient city of Machu Pichu.

As I drove myself to Brazil, with their great people,
taking my time to visit the Redeemer and leave a prayer.
Traveling the seven wonders in a couple of months,
being so pleased with what I say, but not satisfied.

As I walk down the block toward my house,
seeing this nice little house as I go by with a light on,
seeing you in the window just dazing outward,
leaving me frozen in my tracks.

Standing there seeing such beauty near my own home,
noticing that all the time and money, was all wasted,
as the one true wonder in my life is yet so near,
as I call to you from all the way down here.

Noticing that your beauty has no need for jealousy,
as even the sunlight softy touches your skin,
seeing that none of the wonders were as perfect as you,
as you just make me want to stay and stare.

You look at me with a confused look,
asking me what I wanted,
with a moment of pause, I open my arms and answer,
will you become my eighth wonder?