How blessed that I am
to be living this scene,
viewing Heaven on earth
shared with my Queen.
This moment is mine,
I will cherish each sound
and each site from the sky
and each life on the ground.
This center of beauty,
an awe-inspiring place,
His perfect creation
full of purity and grace.
Mountains so tall
guarding valley and sky;
fish in lakes jumping
while birds overhead fly.
The lake smooth as glass,
though a warm gentle breeze:
that’s open air freedom
rustling the trees.
It’s all so astounding,
beautifully unmatched;
a world made for us
and its wonder unlatched.
Despite the grandeur
of all I can see,
it cannot compare
to one little thing:
a beauty much smaller
in physical size
yet greater exquisiteness
to my feasting eyes.
Tiny, invisible
on a map of the earth,
she’s rarer than diamonds;
priceless her worth.
A heart so pure
and a love so bold
unending, forever
it glistens like gold.
I’ll clutch it tightly
secure it deep in my heart
so it will endure
should this world fall apart.
Because some day it may
at once come to pass
the skies will darken
and lightning will flash.
The rivers will boil,
these mountains will crumble,
birds silence their song
and earth beneath rumble.
And heaven will shift
from here to above
but I’ll still possess
her undying love.
So what is real beauty?
Is it this scene that surrounds?
Is it her figure or face—
perfection unbound?
Or is it the way
her love unrelents?
Untethered, ubarred
the way it was meant?
Given the choice
between the big or the small:
forever I’d choose her love
for it’s greater than all.
- Author: chasing_sunsets ( Offline)
- Published: November 24th, 2021 23:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Funny story about this poem: I started working on it months ago after kayaking with my girlfriend but struggled to really express the moment and instead of forcing it I came back to it periodically. Yesterday, after nearly two amazing love-filled years together we broke up. Only a day later and it hurts worse than my divorce from four years ago, but I wanted to share this unpolished and ultimately unfinished poem before I lost the inspiration forever. Ironically I won’t possess her undying love forever 😔
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
Comments1
a wonderful dedication
made, even more poignant
by the context you added
thanks for sharing
(you should share with her these words
may help you find your 'good'
in her goodbye, finding closure
is a necessity, not a choice
something we have to do
not only for ourselves
but for the next, kind soul
who is willing
to take a chance on us)
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