About the Poem
This describes the anticipation and agony I so often endured when I had set my sights on "The One." Thank God I finally met my wife.
Conquering The Irresolute |
| by Aaron Hill |
| The sun sets in my soul The fiery red drains it dry With parched lips and blazing skies I could wither away and die You should know I'm in love with you And I waste all these opportunities To just say aloud; I must concede What we both know is true Strong as I feel Yet I never can command the words It’s funny how I always trip over myself And pray to God that you don’t notice So I’ll see you again sometime Ever hoping it will be soon Because I think about you every night and day And this hesitation kills me Conversation; my thoughts wander I can tell your do the same Over cups of tea, eyes lingering These moments come so suddenly My heart races with my Confessions of love to you You who stands before me Not quite so surprised So if this was meant to be Shouldn’t this have happened already? I think we were meant to be Anyway, eventually And all these words I say Give testimony from my heart So much you mean to me, I can’t lose this chance Or let you slip away So tell me your thoughts today I suspect you feel the same I can tell by your eyes and I’m Not quite so surprised |
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