Ink Heart Scribbles Not I,

Ink Heart Scribbles Not I...

I didn’t write this pencilled scribble,
no way, I’d say it’s part dribble.
To scratch on a piece of paper
with a pencil, the embarrassment,
to make your mark with a quill.

To me it’s ridiculous best admit it won’t work,
trying to write about love, don’t be a jerk .
Could not fall in love then picks up a pen,
tries to scribe stories about how he felt then.

Come on how did you feel when you
saw her first time, how dry was your
lips, did you hear a bell chime.

Crazy word love don’t even know what
it means, could your heart race that
fast again, now your out of your teens.

All at once she was there, my
thoughts were a mess, every
nerve end I had, caught fire I guess.

Tried hard to be cool, but I just could
not speak, walked around with thoughts
of her, in each day dream for a week.

Then in desperation or courage I
asked for a date, that week seemed
too long for this young man to wait.

First night we spent alone was like
a musical score, we walked and
talked I tried hard not to bore.

Even then it was clear that this was
something much more, as I watched this
gentle kind being, I would learn to adore.

Every moment was full my days
were just grace, can’t think
of a better time, word or place

She walked with an air there was a
scent to her hair, when she looked
in my eyes, no one else was there.

Her touch was so soft, I’d even
heard that song, eyes deepest
blue, that image is still strong.

How cold were those nights that we
spent apart, not hearing her voice,
didn’t I just have to be so smart.

If this was love then I don’t want
to fight, soon I’m left knowing
I don’t want her out of my sight

So now our loves grown way beyond
teenage years, we came through a lot,
tough times joyful tears.

I can look to my past, and know
I was right, understanding that she
hasn’t changed from that night.

That beautiful girl who'd reach
for my hand, taught me how to love,
respect and cherish, never demand.

Helped mould this man still with dreams
as you read now, who looks at her yet,
marvels, can’t stop thinking wow.

No I never wrote this wouldn’t
know where to start, no this scribbles
not mine, it belongs to a heart.