This is short piece dedicated to the woman that I love, Ionia. I am not sure that you can call it poetry, I mean it doesn’t even fucking rhyme, but it is from the heart.
Until I fell in love with you,
I never realised how much it was possible to miss someone,
Their voice, their laugh, their presence.
Until I fell in love with you,
I never realised that it was possible to be thinking of someone else,
To the exclusion of every other thought, all of the time.
Until I fell in love with you,
the world was devoid of colour,
A plane of muted shadows
Until I fell in love with you,
I never realised how happy loving someone else could make me.
Until I fell in love with you,
I never knew what love was.
I love you, Ionia.
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Aww this made we tear up. How sweet
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Thank you, Pam. I do occasionally have those sweet moments, although I still managed an expletive š
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1. That was romantic and sweet.
2. Rhyme or no rhyme, this is still poetry. It’s the heart that counts.
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Thanks a lot Charles, I appreciate those words.
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Are we looking at the emergence of Julian the Poet on WordPress?
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I am not sure about that, Charles. A possibility, maybe. I am enjoying it, we’ll see.
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Poetry is fun and oddly freeing.
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It doesn’t have to rhyme Julian, you wrote what was clearly in your heart which made it perfect. Well done sir. š
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Thanks Dom, I appreciate that.
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I second the comments that say poetry doesn’t have to rhyme. Poetry is from the heart, words written by the soul. If it sounds right to you, then it is right. Your poem is beautiful. I’m so happy for you both š
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Thank you so much. I am enjoying the poetry, but then I do have the best inspiration a man could have.
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You really should keep going with the poetry. You are able to express things that leave me rather speechless.
Sent from an island in the sun
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I have the perfect inspiration, you, and my love for you. I am amazed that I can find the words to express these feelings. I believe that it is my heart speaking directly to you.
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And I believe you are underestimating your ability to write.
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I believe you may be right. Practice and confidence, that is what I need. It is coming.
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You should be confident. You are very good.
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Thank you. You make me confident, you make me a better man.
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You are already an amazing man
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You are an amazing woman, and well do I love thee.
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Those who insist poetry must fucking rhyme are usually those who can’t write it –
LOL
Beautiful!
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Thank you. I appreciate it.
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They’re right. Poetry doesn’t have to “fucking rhyme” especially when it’s from the heart š Very sweet, Julian.
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Thank you very much. What’s in a rhyme anyway?
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I wish my boyfriend would write something like that about me, but he won’t even read a book never mind write haha. Lovely piece of writing, Ionia is very lucky you have you š
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Thank you so very much. I think reading and writing go together. I am very lucky to have her.
Good luck with getting your boyfriend to read.
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Very nice. I know why Ionia loves you as well. Anyway it seems you have started a new word, fuckingrhyme. Maybe it will become a standard.
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Thanks John. We’ll have to see if ‘fuckingrhyme’ catches on. I think it has a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ about it.
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Poetry needn’t rhyme. Some poets believe you should use the best word to express yourself. Others like the challenge of trying to do it through rhyme or meter. Both ways seem to be popular and both have merit. I agree with Charles’s assertion that it’s your heart that counts.
Nice (insert expletive here)-ing poem. š
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Thanks a lot Chris. I appreciate your words.
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Aww, how sweet!
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Thank you š
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