Countdown to Love

10 Seconds it took me to pluck up the courage,
To walk over and tell you how I couldn’t envisage,
A more beautiful face than yours in my eyes.
You convince no one that these claims are lies.

9 Days as friends, sharing our stories,
As we recite days of our former glories.
But within moments I had already asked myself how,
I had existed without your presence til now.

8 Months as lovers, exploring our passion,
I never expected to live life in this fashion.
Hopelessly devoted to the girl of my dreams,
The shining beacon of amour still gleams.

7 Walks along the riverside to our special spot,
Holding you closely with my heart feeling hot.
A sunset so sensual that our souls seem to melt,
These moments more peaceful than I’d ever felt.

6 Arguments forced to encounter, most of them petty,
Threatening to end what had seemed so right to me.
But somehow we survived, love conquered all,
This wouldn’t feel real without the occasional fall.

5 Radiant red roses on St Valentines Day,
Expressing my delight in every possible way.
Something I do shamelessly every day like I should,
The first person who made me feel like I could.

4 Weeks later, and we’re handed the key,
A new house, a new chapter awaits you and me,
Then, in our small, sweet garden, we just stop and lie,
Talking sweet nothings as we stare at the sky.

3 Words that started the speech I prepared,
“I love you” the simple message I shared.
The happiest day in my short adult life,
This wonderful creature would be my wife.

2 Wedding rings in a ceremony filled with joy,
The amazement that I was your favourite boy.
A few “I do’s” then the status was sealed,
No overwhelming emotion left concealed.

1 Future ahead of us with so much potential,
With a burning attraction, a force so essential.
Sometimes I wonder if it was a gift from above,
The beauty involved in the countdown to love.

Your choice

Dedicated to a special friend.

When the emotions you’re feeling are rare and pure,
Why should they act like you’re in need of a cure?
The melodious sound this love makes you sing,
How can you deny such a beautiful thing?

Delicate philosophies undoubtedly differ,
But their dismissive reaction just makes me shiver.
They can’t control how a person should feel,
Your soul is one thing these people can’t steal.

Find love in Scotland, why should they care?
No doubt you will be happier there.
The man of your dreams is waiting for you
Make a last stand and your dreams shall come true.

In a few years’ time, I’ll come and visit.
Because in my heart, I can envisage,
That melodious sound this love makes you sing,
Will produce such a wonderful, beautiful thing.

Led into Temptation

A photo of you and me on my wall,
Reminds me of your rise and fall.
The lovely and innocent girl of the past,
Why couldn't that beautiful soul of yours last?

Dragged into a world of fakeness and bitches,
Found an opportunity to turn rags to riches.
Forgetting the values that served you so well,
Sweet purity of heaven sacrificed for temptations of hell.

Drinking your life away in bars in the city,
While I look at the photo and think what a pity.
The lovely and innocent girl of the past,
Why couldn't that beautiful soul of hers last? 

Moving Day

The most exciting yet nervous time of my life,
Waiting for moving day to arrive.
Change is afoot with new sights to see,
As I finally find out what it means to be free.

Memories strike me of the people I’ll miss,
The girl who gave me my very first kiss.
My friends who stood by me when I was a mess,
What I’ll do without them is anyone’s guess.

Yet the journey I’m taking fills me with hope,
Yes, there will be times when I’m struggling to cope.
But realising a dream is all the persuasion I need,
To move on from the comfortable life I lead.

There have been many men who try yet fail,
With only a few who survive and prevail.
These men are united with one common thought
They’re proud they went for the dreams they sought.

So when I move on to my new life in a few week’s time,
I hope you understand that isn’t a crime,
To be happy in leaving all the people I know,
I’m just taking this chance to let myself go.

I love you

Sitting down in a silent, secluded room thinking how I can describe our love.
Pen hitting paper in a harsh, unforgiving manner reluctant to comply,
Forced similes and metaphors weren’t meant this way.
I love you.

Reflecting back on our inside jokes, the secretive stories til two in the morning.
No amount of creative imagery can paint a picture of the joy I felt,
When you first said you liked me back.
I love you.

Smiling back at moments of pure bliss, laying on the grass verge by the riverside,
Watching the world go by in comfortable stillness,
Why is language needed now?
I love you.

Promising strongly that no matter what, my battered heart would forever be yours,
Persistent use of this repetition hung around like bad breath,
When you couldn’t return the favour.
I love you.

Crying over that sombre summer’s morning when you delivered your deadly sting,
Craving a life of sonnets, soliloquies and superlatives,
That I simply couldn’t offer.
I love you.

Sitting down in a silent, secluded room thinking how I can describe my broken heart.
Pen trembling softly in hand, overwhelmed by the memories.
Forced similes and metaphors just hurt this way,
I loved you.