He Was There

January 16, 2013

He was there

The moon clouded over me and made my soul unravel

I wanted the nerve to tell him but my voice was in despair

He loved that beauty, not me so my hopes hung in the air

He was there

In the back the crickets sang and urged me on

The wolf howled and taunted me no

But in my mind, my love was on the line, ambition paralleled and intertwined

He was there

I felt the pace and the beat

I had to do it now...or consider it defeat

The metronome had its time

I told him aloud with my own rhyme

I looked

He was there

I felt the joy through my tears

He had heard me, not my fears

A moment passed, nothing less

He was there, and I had finally confessed

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