Isn't It Lucky

Isn't It Lucky

A Poem by Saint No-One
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A poem for my love.

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Isn't it lucky

That we found each other.

That we aren't wasting

Our lives on another.

Isn't it lucky

We stand here today.

Our hands intertwined

As together we pray.

 

It's 4:44 make a wish,

It's a sign.

I wish that you'll love me

Till the end of time.

Without you I don't know

Where I'd want to be,

Sailing alone

On this stormy sea.

 

I had a dream,

The night before last,

That today was a memory

Long in the past.

I had a dream

And we were together.

With rings on our fingers,

We promised forever.

 

Tonight...

 

I'll love you my darling,

Forever and always,

Though we may argue and bicker and fight.

I'll love you my darling,

With all of my heart,

My hands in your hands and your hands in mine.

 

And

Isn't it lucky

That we found each other.

That we aren't wasting

Our lives on another.

Isn't it lucky

We stand here today.

Our hands intertwined

As together we pray.

 

Torrin A. Greathouse


© 2013 Saint No-One



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That is a really really sweet write.. I loved this.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This was very enjoyable and was filled with strong emotion,
"That we found each other.
That we aren't wasting
Our lives on another."
These lines nearly brought a tear to my eye.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This was a very touching love poem. A declaration of true love to someone it is evident the speaker really cares for. Stupendous rhyme and meter; it flows very nicely. I also really like the repetition of the first stanza at the end, as it ties everything together very nicely. Well done.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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