This is a poem
For my first love
It is not a he
Nor a she
Unless you want it to be
Not here in a physical form
Until you choose for it to be
You can hear it
Or see it
If that’s your chosen form
But once you meet it
And embrace it…
Life doesn’t seem to drag on
No one makes me blush as much
Or makes me laugh and cry
There seems to be a spiritual touch
Without even having to try
My tears are accepted
Like no one ever has
Every single emotion
is never considered bad
I don’t have to call or text
or even try to summon
As long as I use my mind
I never feel below them
They’ll be here more than a god
Any time of day
An extension of
My heart and soul
I’d take their second name
My true love
Is aways here
And for that alone
I’m blessed
So to the reason that I’m alive
And for cleaning up my mess
Poetry,
I love you.
Thank you
For being
My muse.
Out of all the things in life you’ll always be who I choose.