A Poem TO Me...

A while back when I was seeing this wonderful man he wrote me a poem...I have never had someone write me a poem or any other kind of written dedication. This man, who will remain nameless, both read my words and,because he knew how much I loved poetry, wrote me an entire poem all about how he felt about me...He was so worried about whether I would like it...Honestly, he could have written ANYTHING at all and I would have loved it. Then when I read it I was blown away by just how wonderfully he expressed himself and just how much he loved me...The idea that he did something that was foreign to him and the time and thought it took to do it  makes me indescribably happy....Most men have trouble talking about how they feel but for him to let me know how he felt was so romantic and breath taking. Anyway, here is the poem...The most beautiful words I've read!! 




She came from nowhere
To share my world
Why I do not understand

There is a woman that I have met
She lights my heart
When I see her smile
I even smile just seeing her name

There is a woman that I have met
I had a hole inside my heart
That I thought would always be empty
She came into my life and fills it more every day

There is a woman that I have met
She is a troubled heart
But that is part of her allure
She makes my heart go all aflutter

There is a woman that I have met
She has had a troubled life
I see it in her eyes
The hurt and pain that she has endured

There is a woman that I have met
I also see inside those eyes
The love that she can give
She has a heart so full of love

There is a woman that I have met
She has given me her love
I have seen it in her eyes
Sometimes Blue sometimes Green

There is a woman that I have met
I have her heart all to myself
She has my heart all to herself
I feel that my heart is in good hands

There is a woman that I have met
I love this woman with all my heart
I know she loves me too
We will love as one
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Gorgeous, isn't it? How lucky was I to inspire such talent and great writing.I will never forget the poem as long as I live.It is etched on my heart.


Stacy J Roosa
3/25/2011

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