I’m never sure about poems that rhyme. I think my non-rhyming poetry tends to feel more authentic and passionate. But sometimes when I write the rhymes seem somehow predestined, so I let them be.

I guess he’s not the sort the of man,

That would make random women stare.

You wouldn’t guess from looking,

He’s brimming with kindness and care.

He’s probably not often faced with,

Wow! He’s so big and strong!

But has the power to make my heart skip,

And in his arms I belong.

Do I believe in love at first sight?

I’m not really sure that I do.

But there was definitely something about him,

And I knew it, for sure, pretty soon.

When you click with someone it’s obvious,

Don’t think that can be denied.

He’s completely the calm to my crazy,

And I’m safe when I’m by his side.

Within his embrace I find peace,

For my oh-so-troubled soul.

And when that man makes love to me

I feel nothing less than whole.

I am so very alive in his presence,

My spirit and body alight.

I hate when we have to be parted,

When I desire to be holding him tight.

Strange that such a new union,

Already seems perfectly right,

But we both seemed utterly ready,

And it was sealed that very first night.

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