Everytime that I look into your eyes,
a new story is told.
I gain a little more eachtime,
The stories never seem to get old.
I can tell what you try to say,
before the words appear.
I can tell what you mean,
even when it's so unclear.
I can feel each word you speak,
I know you all too well.
I know each lowercase and capital,
And on what things you dwell.
You send stories through your eyes,
I understand words that aren't there.
Only I know how to read them,
I won't just leave you bare.
If you need a reader,
you know you can scream my name.
I will help you interpret them,
my dear don't feel ashamed.
And if you ever get confused,
and don't know how to tell a story.
Just call me, I'll create an ending,
with you and me, don't worry.
Author notes
Okay this poem came out of no where..it's okay just sorta fun to write.
Written August 24th, 2004
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this is fantastic,very touching and kind..this is what kind of love ive longed for my entire life...beautifully written- the ending is wonderful, the third stanza is off the chain..i dont believe i can say how much i like this even though it makes me terribly sad...thank you very much for sharing.....mark
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this is really great
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I love this. When we have someone in our lives that we know this well, and feel this connection with, t is truly special.
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It wasn't just fun to write, it was fun to read. This was a wonderful piece detailing what it's like to be someone's other half. Their interpreter, their confidant, the one they can go to and share their silent screams and echoing laughs. I loved the flow, the imagery, and the way you made it seem so attainable to be there for that other person. Excellent work, keep it up. Ttyl, ~WhatTheMadness
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