Be still my beating heart,
she’s reading my poems again.
I can’t believe this princess among
women has graced me with her
presence once again.
Surely I’ve been favored by angels
in heaven and even by God above
that this loveliest of all women is
reading the words I crafted for her.
Of course, I’m just imagining this
and you may have believed it was real,
but I’m an imaginative man with many
imaginative scenarios running endlessly
through my expansive mind.
And I kinda liked the idea of a guy being
able to feel the presence of a most special
woman reading his poems on his blog,
like a supernatural romantic thing.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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