I could have been doing things
to better myself or doing things
that could make me famous.
I could have been very rich
and could have been ambitious.
I blame it all on you because
you stole my heart and have
enslaved my mind with your
disarming charm like magic.
Spellbound I've lost myself.
I am content and have no need
to do anything else except
to be with you like a love-sick
parrot, worshipping you and
forget about everything else.
They say necessity is the mother
of invention and I could have been
an inventor but you killed my
necessity, having you necessity
has now ceased to exist for me.
It is the best poem that conveys
the saddest thought and I cannot
write that best poem with saddest
thought because you have made me
Happy by loving me and I think
I'll never be able to write the best poem;
I am sure IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
8th September 2014.
