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You want to know something? I am completely at a loss for an except. Folks, things happen for reasons, I am a firm believer in that. I’ll go with a intuition that saying to me, this is to remain blank.
Last year if my late wife would have been alive, we would have made its twenty-five years of marriage on December 27. I missed out on a lot of good years I could have lived in. Instead, I let a tragedy tear my whole world standing, apart. Before our worlds fell and we failed. That was our lives; I tried giving her the world, and the moon too!
A poem of past glimpse's of my late past love, my wife. The conversations’ we’ve had, thing’s we used to say playfully to each other, and the thoughts her still standing by my side despite the tragedy that separated our family.
Part of a dream I had the other night, so sureal it was to me. Woke me up from what I thinks was a sound sleep, because I was startled by it. Pretty crazy times we live in, and adventure to see through my eyes, and then sit here and display it poetically, no better feeling then, accomplishment.
Shannon, that's my wife's name. Just the very thought of her brings butterflies back to my stomach—those teenage butterflies when you're all flushed seeing the girl again, first love? I get that way sometimes just thinking of my wife. I had to let her go physically; spiritually, my wife and I always are connected.
“Still,She Is Desirable,'‘ is “Romanticism” genre, dedicated poetry to my late wife, Shannon, may she rest peaceful. She forever resides in my soul, I’ve written other poetry about her, but never anything like this. This well penned poem to me is the richest poem I’ve written of its quality to date, because she simply exist to me.
As my wife and my relationship grew, our love grew and flourished as well. Our bond becomes stronger with each other, having no regrets of yesterday's mistakes we may have made. And if mistakes were made, that previous day, we learned from them and never looked back. I miss you Shannon, and hope you're resting peacefully until we meet again.
This poem is about finding my soul mate and found her, right in front of me the whole time. We had a love, that we could together, we could fix anything! I miss her life, her presence around me or just simply the smell of her perfume.
Tis poem was written for my late wife, Shannon, may she rest in peace, and is dedicated. I love you more today, more than I did yesterday. And I’ll love you even more tomorrow. Until we meet again.