He was Love

by knittertwit

October 29, 2013

Two hundred and thirty-two miles and four hours

The world seems so stretched on these two feet

He was forever

and when I was with him

Time was a concept only my worries could comprehend

When I saw him

He was nothing less than love

Pink auras that wrapped around me

Hushing my worries, my thoughts farther away

All those bitter nightmares turned to sweet golden dreams

There are thousands of realities

and when I see him

There’s a thousand more

Filled with love, hope, and kindness

A world of mine happier to have him alive

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jwienerJan 23, 2014

<p>You use such strong imagery in this poem, especially in the lines "Pink auras that wrapped around me / Hushing my worries, my thoughts farther away," that give the poem a surreal dream-like tone. Have you ever written a  cinquain poem? I think your writing skills would be great for that type of poem! Check out how to write one and more in the Resources section.</p>