One Chance

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  • GonzoHunter
  • I became insane, with rare intervals of horrible sanity

One Chance

If I do not do this now

I will wonder for the rest of my life,

What would have happened?

In these words I may act like a fool,

But that is because you have stolen my heart

And in return I am trying to win yours.

I have never looked the part of a hopeless romantic,

But in these last few days I have uncovered

An unknown part of myself.

And they say a man may spend his entire life searching

Searching for a perfect blossom

And it would not be a wasted life.

Well I believe I have found my perfect blossom,

Which is your beauty.

Your beauty is beyond describable words.

I would give up all of eternity to spend one day with you.

Because I would never be happy in all of eternity without you.

So I ask you to give me at least one chance to be with you.

If you say no,

My heart will be shattered into such small pieces,

That a blind man could easily slip them through the eye of a needle.

If you say no,

These days will be the last of my emotional life

And I will come out a drastically changed man.

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Madelynn commented on One Chance

11-09-2009

Awe-your little romeo, arent ya? This is a pleasure to read. The ending really is loaded with depth! Some of your lines here are so poetically mastered.nice.

GonzoHunter

11/24/2009

Thank you. I do have faith in love, though I have no hope.

chalkout91 commented on One Chance

07-21-2009

deep man, fortune cookie deep. made me think...and thats huge

GonzoHunter

11/24/2009

Thank you, glad I could enlighten

StandingBear commented on One Chance

07-13-2009

A well written original work. "One Chance" is an absolute great write. I hope you gave her a copy on a special card.

GonzoHunter

07/14/2009

Thank you SBear. I did present it to her on a card and even read it to her personally. It did get me my chance, but we did not last. Time parts all things of this world.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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