Like a lump in the throat,
Or a tightly wound knot.
A life's tune missing a note,
Yet not one I forgot.

Like a brick filled bag,
Adding weight everyday.
A burdensome swag,
That just won't go away.

Yet on sunnier days,
When warmth dulls the pain.
I make a pact, show pain the door.
My head held high once again.

And when I start on my joyful train,
My gloomy resolve begins to sway.
Happiness becomes my ultimate gain,
to improve my mood more each day.

After showing me the difference
between being stupid at love
and being stupid in love,

I realized I didn't want anything from you,
just everything with you.

The day that they first met,
The most beautiful girl ever,
In poised contemplation,
Whose energy just cried,
Somebody please love me,
For who I really truly am,
And not the surface you see.
And a broken hearted hero,
Who had always dreamed,
Of a pure and true real love,
Between two unique souls.
Through subtle divine energy,
Their sublime souls touched,
And their essences connected.
And from that sunny day on.
They pursued their ideals,
And the inspirational energy,

Poetry is a game of skill, a graceful art
That uses words with which to weave its heart;
A craft to make the silent sing and start
A dialogue of beauty's innermost part.

The language of the Pen may take the stage,
To heartfelt tears or happy laughter bring;
To make us think, to laugh, or to engage
Our minds and souls in sweet, poetic ring.

The truth of words can make us stand in awe;
To show the beauty of an artist's hand;
To speak of all the wonders that we saw,
And of the love that we can barely stand.