I cannot be certain of anything,
Not of places, dates, or times.
I cannot rely on anthing,
Not on myself, my friends, or even my lover.
But when I touch her. . . .
There is a certainty, stability, and strength,
Beyond any predictable falseness.
My heart,
Although wretched and lost at times,
Can beat consistently
When my hands touch her skin,
And my lips touch her lips.
This is the most enjoyable part
Of my misery.
This feeling,
These feelings of salvation,
They are my reason to breathe in. . . .
Then out.
Author notes
Written February 11th, 2001
A contest entry
- Happiness by Lucille.
300 points, ended March 17, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrite-palooza by swim.x.
1650 points, ended October 6, 2008, 100 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like the beginning how everything is uncertain and "real" not romantisized. as the poem moves forward it is evident that happiness comes at moments at a time and should be treasured before they are lost
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This doesn't start out feeling like a love poem, the way it changes and turns into a love poem is amazingly well written. I love this poem.
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Thank you so much for posting this beautiful heart felt poem in my contest. It is such a wonderful piece filled with true emotion and I loved it. I wish you all the best at judging. Cathy
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OMG! why hasn't anyone commented!!!! IM GOING TO SUE! This is an amaizing poem! whoever looked at this and didn't comment deserves to av a kik up the ***!
This is a fantastic, outstanding, extrodinary poem!
Im glad you enterd!
Good luck in the contest.
xx
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