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.