Just Curious.
How can a heart be so full
Yet still have space for more?
And what of the busy mind -
How come it can keep on learning ~
It’s an eternal revolving door
How can the feelings I have
Be so deep ~
Surely I shouldn’t keep falling
Why do the birds keep on singing ~
Are they constantly writing new songs ~
Purely to make my eyes weep
Does the sun ever tire of life ~
Will you take me for your wife?
I’m thinking we should paint the living room
Green ~
But I know you prefer
Aquamarine
Does the moon begrudge the stars?
Do butterflies come from Mars ~
I guess that’s a little too far
I am so glad you are
Who you are
Shall we go for a drive
In your shiny new car!
We could stop off
At our favourite bar
I guess what I’m trying to say
In a crazy roundabout way
You make me feel
Like a curious child
And you
Are the answer
To all my whys
You are the person
That drives my mind
Wild.
C.K.24
Stephen Gospage
Mon 29th Jan 2024 08:45
Such an admirable poem, Clare. It took me on a journey. I feel better for having read it.