Following her beautifully – a poignant poem by James Sterling
In transient, and she left awaiting its arrival, an accumulation of thoughts pertaining to what prevailed one would find
particularly interesting while
acknowledging
Others may have felt they were irrelevant and meaningless…
I grew somewhat hesitant in an attempt to arrive at my own
conclusion, awaiting what was to arrive with great
anticipation,
regardless of how others may have felt,
I was not ready to let slip past what remained largely unknown
until what time it was let
revealed.
As for her eyes; always have I found them irresistible, a weakness,
I admit, invariably she will become my downfall, my accomplice
and confidant.
Not by her
hand,
but by my own, as often I rely on her intuitiveness allowing her
to remain steadfast and true, while I falter in my
own ignorance.
particularly interesting while
acknowledging
Others may have felt they were irrelevant and meaningless…
I grew somewhat hesitant in an attempt to arrive at my own
conclusion, awaiting what was to arrive with great
anticipation,
regardless of how others may have felt,
I was not ready to let slip past what remained largely unknown
until what time it was let
revealed.
As for her eyes; always have I found them irresistible, a weakness,
I admit, invariably she will become my downfall, my accomplice
and confidant.
Not by her
hand,
but by my own, as often I rely on her intuitiveness allowing her
to remain steadfast and true, while I falter in my
own ignorance.
