I have come right back to where I started.
Healed from a broken heart.
And determined not to be,
On the mend again.
I've got my guard set up so high...
I have to climb over it to see the Sun rise.
Or tunnel vision my eyes,
To prevent another blinded move!
I use to believe a love expressed,
Was accepted unconditionally.
I never thought of competing,
With a preference list.
And when I found this out,
I was not about to persist...
With more of my stored up,
Bundle of deluded and foolish wishfulness.
I've come right back to where I started.
Healed from a broken heart.
And determined not to be,
On the mend again.
From perceived pretentions,
That I am an unplucked virgin...
Waiting for a heat to meet my passions.
I am going to sit!
For at least...
Hmmm...ten minutes!
That should be enough time,
For someone special to recognize...
I am the vision of their dreams,
That has come to life.
On second thought,
I need to make that twenty minutes.
Since I am seeking someone special,
Who is alert and Quick to spot what I've got!
That time-released clock,
Seems to be loudly tick tocking out the seconds.
I had not noticed it as much as I have done lately!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem