The Gentle Flower
There she stands, like a fresh spring flower, beautiful, sweet, happy, with a wind blowing through her hair, as a gentle one would her petals. There she stands, with that smile on her face, the one that has all the glory of a sunset, which could melt the thickest ice. There stands the one I love, the one I love but cannot have. I am not worthy of her affection, nor is any man. God surely made his greatest creation within her. Her eyes contain within them a wild blaze, a blaze that burns me every time I look into them, but I do not mind. There are her lips, so full and rosy, ready to kiss all my troubles away, but now I see those same lips, those soul healing lips, upon another's mans'. No I am not a worthy enough man to be with her, for I have nothing to offer her in return except my very soul, but then again, she already has that. I hate that man, the man who has won her affections. I hate him so much I could scream and kill. But in the end, I would only scream at myself, and turn my blade likewise. Although I have been called the bravest of men, I am but a coward to that one, for he was the only one of the two of us with the courage to say those three simple words. The words she needed to hear so badly, those comforting words that could have made up for all the pain and suffering she has been through. No I couldn't say those words and because of my cowardice, have suffered a fate worse that death. A life without my loved one, the only one I had left. Now she stands there with him, so happy, so alive, while I am the opposite. Every moment I become deader and duller. My life so painfully ripped away from me, all because I couldn't give her the three words she wanted to hear, the three simple words that were beyond my speech, choked back with fear of rejection. I stand here cold, emotionless, and alone. As I walk away, to put an end to my pain, I wish her a happy life and pray that that man can give her all the things I couldn't, she turns and looks at me and calls my name. I keep walking not wanting to see anymore. The more I see of her, the more I love her, so I become the coward once again, and just walk away. As I leave, I whisper three simple words into the wind. "I love you".
There. I hope you liked it and please review. Like I said this is my first poem and I know it probably sucks, but I can't improve if you don't tell me it does or why it does.
Signed: Kevin Hutto A.K.A. Oni' Kara
There she stands, like a fresh spring flower, beautiful, sweet, happy, with a wind blowing through her hair, as a gentle one would her petals. There she stands, with that smile on her face, the one that has all the glory of a sunset, which could melt the thickest ice. There stands the one I love, the one I love but cannot have. I am not worthy of her affection, nor is any man. God surely made his greatest creation within her. Her eyes contain within them a wild blaze, a blaze that burns me every time I look into them, but I do not mind. There are her lips, so full and rosy, ready to kiss all my troubles away, but now I see those same lips, those soul healing lips, upon another's mans'. No I am not a worthy enough man to be with her, for I have nothing to offer her in return except my very soul, but then again, she already has that. I hate that man, the man who has won her affections. I hate him so much I could scream and kill. But in the end, I would only scream at myself, and turn my blade likewise. Although I have been called the bravest of men, I am but a coward to that one, for he was the only one of the two of us with the courage to say those three simple words. The words she needed to hear so badly, those comforting words that could have made up for all the pain and suffering she has been through. No I couldn't say those words and because of my cowardice, have suffered a fate worse that death. A life without my loved one, the only one I had left. Now she stands there with him, so happy, so alive, while I am the opposite. Every moment I become deader and duller. My life so painfully ripped away from me, all because I couldn't give her the three words she wanted to hear, the three simple words that were beyond my speech, choked back with fear of rejection. I stand here cold, emotionless, and alone. As I walk away, to put an end to my pain, I wish her a happy life and pray that that man can give her all the things I couldn't, she turns and looks at me and calls my name. I keep walking not wanting to see anymore. The more I see of her, the more I love her, so I become the coward once again, and just walk away. As I leave, I whisper three simple words into the wind. "I love you".
There. I hope you liked it and please review. Like I said this is my first poem and I know it probably sucks, but I can't improve if you don't tell me it does or why it does.
Signed: Kevin Hutto A.K.A. Oni' Kara