Falling Hard And Fast

A Poem By Sarah // 5/23/2008

I’m falling hard and fast,

but I really don’t care.

This euphoria can’t last,

but this is like a dare.



To see if I’ll endure,

this passing of time.

I am really, truly sure,

Oh beloved of mine,



That you’ll always be there,

when I need you most,

And that we will always share,

Our love, so almost,



I can see you near,

right beside me here.

But I still shed a single tear,

since you’re so far away, dear.



Won’t you send me a kiss,

on a shooting star?

Make sure it doesn’t miss,

but though you’re far,



I am sure you’ll be,

all the time next to me,

I really want to see,

a proof of love, oh please,



Let me know,

You love me.

Oh, please show,

That you are free...........



Please come back for me..........

You're everything.......for me.

Comments

Two Things.

Two things,
when I was writing this, the verses rang through my head with a tune, so this is supposed to be sung although it's technically not a proper song.
AND, I was sitting at my compy trying to think of something to write when I all of a sudden thought of a girl waiting for her fiance to com back from war, as soon as I thought of that, words just flowed out, I only edited 3-4 words! Amazing. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Sarah | Fri, 05/23/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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i like it. and i know what

i like it. and i know what ya mean, sometimes i'm writing something and think of a tune.
-paula

Paula J | Sat, 05/24/2008

~All men were created equal, then some became Marines~
*Death smiles at everyone, Marines smile back*
gotta love the Marines!!

I like your song Sarah, I

I like your song Sarah, I can hear it while I read it. I like the topic and inspiration too.
. When my husband(! hee hee, still not used to calling him that) and I lived apart, I think I felt that euphoria when I heard his voice at the beginning of the conversation on the phone. But mostly I was kind of depressed even when I was having fun. I mean it's kind of like when you see something great and you want to tell someone, "hey did you see that?!" and no one's there. Only it feels like that all the time. You start keeping track of days by when you will see each other again. I can only imagine how much worse it would be to know that your beloved might not ever come home, although I'd imagine mostly you'd try not to think about it.

Christa | Sat, 05/24/2008

*winks*

I'm glad it's liked.
:D
It think it's the best rhyming poem I've ever done, as rhyming is my weakest point in writing.

Sarah | Mon, 05/26/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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