by poetrydiary

Who’s that smiling underneath my window?
The need to write, the need to love.
Flowers bloom and fade, your face does not.
Your face does not, your face does not.

Where are we going with each little rhyme?
The world goes on, and on, and on.
All at a pace, it’s time to stop.
It’s time to stop, it’s time to stop.

What is the future, for each of us now?
We find our ways, the days are kind.
Many and varied, never enough.
Never enough, never enough.

Looking for angels, we never arrive.
Hope is the wonder, the glint in your eyes.
Hoping and wondering, that love will survive,
And when we are ready, you’ll come to my side.

© 2011 Matthew Rhodes

I just felt like a love poem (kind of) tonight.