• Poems

    Who knew…

    Who knew it could be so good?Who knew it would be how it should?Who knew I’d ever be found?Who knew I’d ever hear the sound? I wrote you down in temporary pencil, followed by a pen.I dreamt of you and hoped for you, my lover and my friend.I’ve got books from my heart, about my wants and my needs,Not written by someone else, but from what my soul bleeds.I’ve been up and down and all around,But now finally I feel free and found. I’ve been happy believing love would come my way.I’ve been grateful for my life and all that comes each day.But to hear it and feel it is…