I’m not one for poetry, not because I don’t like poems, but because they’ve just never tripped my trigger like they do for some people. Which is fine. If everyone liked the same things, the world would be a boring place. The other day though I had these thoughts floating around in my head that just would not go away, so I sat down and put pen to paper so to speak. Here is the result.
I sit here day after day,
A glimpse of your beautiful eyes,
The brush of your hand,
A hint of your smile,
The sound of your voice,
Is all I need.
I sit here day after day.
Now that I’ve written this, I’m thinking that there might be something to this poetry thing. I might even try to write another one. Then again, this might be my one and only poem. Who knows? 🙂