The end is always the beginning of something new. Even though we might head into a favourable situation during this change, it takes time and patience. But all efforts are rewarded in its own mysterious ways.
for Adriana, from a helpless admirer,
Once upon a time
There was a single thought
That I wanted to put into a rhyme
But this time it was odd.
I first began with “Once upon”,
But the rest was never written.
I felt like my fingers had been bitten,
So, I tried another run.
“Beginning is the word I have”
Was the start of the first verse.
But the rest was done so worse,
So, I altered the poem’s calve.
I tried to write “Why is a raven”.
But this phrase was ringing a bell,
Do not plagiarize Luis Carroll!
So, I’d had those first words shaven.
I was desperate and in despair
Thinking that the world is unfair.
After a while
I changed the style.
Maybe it is better in a Limerick’s flare.
Again I started to articulate,
But this path was not part of my fate.
15 not less
Starts had been a mess,
Before I realized, it was already too late.
Not a single word on the sheet was told.
I had torn my hair a thousand fold
And I felt that my head got bold
Because the air felt piercingly cold.
I even tried to build the rhyme
Like the pyramids in their prime
Had been built in an ancient time
Starting at the end of the usual climb.
So, I proudly wrote “The End”.
But who am I to vainly pretend,
The starting point was not my friend.
A week I had already spent.
Beginning
Beginning
Beginning
Beginning
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Wait!
There was a wording I can say.
Joyfully I shouted “hurray”!!
But wait!
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Nope.
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My dear princess, I am really sorry,
For months, I couldn’t stop to worry.
I hope that you are still with me in love,
Although I struggled as seen all above.
You see, I have a serious issue.
Not only love, but I also miss you.
And in this time, there is so much to say
Of how much I need you every day.
How could I ever express this magical feeling
When I can’t even break the start’s sealing.
Against all my pride, I have to do a confession
There are just no words I could use for expression.
However, don’t worry, I will never rest
Until I find the words fitting the best.
Until then, you voluntarily have to excuse,
These are the words I will preliminary use:
You are my girl, my lover and friend.
You are my beginning; you will be my end!
grexxen 