'Too Late' Charlie-Late Again? Poem by Bryan Taplits

The thrills that I feel
The shivers. Oh! So real-
The chords that are played by my sighs,
The good fortune which rings-
The majesty of your being,
A rocket could not lift me as high!
No longer I the fool-
My heart imprisoned by remarkable you-
My trajectory upwards
as I serendipitously try,
To reach what's endowed, to grasp it somehow
And towards the Promised Land, so
I fly.
No longer am I just one-
Am grateful for what I've won-
My heart bounding and abounding at my fate,
Eventually to find you; Who thought? Who knew?
…Just hope I haven't paused, too long, at your green light-
And am too late.