I like you quite a lot
And I love you
However, I believe
I am falling in love with you
much more than ever before
It really is somewhat
disgusting to my brain
You make me happy always, anyway
just to be around you,
in your presence
I'm enamored,
absorbed,
addicted
to who you are.
Occasionally it brings thoughts of
marriage, houses, money,
our lives as one
and perhaps producing more.
And I stop.
PAUSE.
We're so young. So much life left.
Neither of us are prepared for anything more.
But I still like to fantasize
that we'll be together from here and beyond.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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