There was a time, not long ago
Where I felt everything was taken from me,
Not a hopeful bone in my body to show
Negative reflections, were all I could see,
Accepting what I see in me is to be.
We are our own worse enemy
We're told by the man in the mirror
Conjuring a bias entity
Convincing us what is real
It wasn't long after that, I stood
Before a woman, who appeared like a godsend
Expressing to her all I could
Her beauty was more than I could comprehend
Making my broken heart ascend
With one look through the glass
I felt her hand on mine
Forgetting about my past
Feeling her heart shine
Her saddened eyes looked up at me
But a smile soon eclipsed her tears
She spoke of her darkness just brief
As the end of our transaction drew near
Image of her smile, in my mind, began to seer.
I call how we met, luck
She calls it fate
How a man, not worth a buck
Could meet an Angel, in his minds state
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This is a well written poem about two people falling in love. I think it's cute how you call it luck and she calls it fate! Great imagery!--Christina
Thank you kindly for your compliment and time. I very much appreciate it.
Beautiful poem. Good words. I love the way it rhymes of course. I always like a poem that rhymes. Good flow. Very nicely written. 😊❤💕
Thank you China, you're very kind.
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