The Path

This was a poem i had writeen for a friend that I loved. it stood gathering dust on the shelf of a lonly Iowa house. My feels jumbled into words when she'd gone. Ill see her again. I hope i will.

The Path

There once was a boy born near a farm

The mama cried, bottle in her hand, head on her arm

Outside the states

they traveled so far

Arm grew stronger 

Legs run longer

Eyes go wander

Then there was that laugh

It would only repair

Fresh as mumzy's apple pie

When the nights so clear, fresh so air

1o seconds to does

travels and makes love

There once was a boy that did his best to look up

Roll with the punches

Stay in line, In this town he stayed

With the light now all around

I swore he saw the magic on that street, Heart beat

that sound it made

That little boy that looked at the stars

Wandered from the home, My dear it was so far

By now arms had a different meaning

His legs took him to new places

Heart never cease in believing

Then his heart started to question

Questioned

He would not understand yet

till they meet

We were the bravest

Quiet and Shy

His faith would not die

Till his breath flew

His secret he had

He still loves you

That indeed had the tear to wash

statutes to mend

souls to sway

and spirits of all

That that little boy last laughed 

when that shooting star past

Painted

broken by Love

that never lasts

Then one day

he saw that girl in the hall

admist the love, the worlds healed

His heart

Pieces in a puzzle

The lovely sect of art

That little boy born near a farm

grown up now and took a stand

6 moths of dinners

plethera of pizza, salsa parties

The seasons of talking

about futures uncertain

Smiles of honey

words that made the world shine

Im grateful for this romance divine

Author's Note

what do you think about the subject matter. Also rhyme scheme? Did you have a personal connection with my poem>