About this poem:
I wrote this in high school for a contest. If I recall correctly, I got second place for this poem and a slot in the school paper beside a short story I wrote that was a total Nicholas Sparks rip-off of The Notebook (so naturally, every girl in school loved it, and they just had to publish it in the paper–very underhanded of me). But this poem wasn’t that bad, and best of all, it was original.
Will you sit with me at morning,
among the fields of green adorning
the sun’s blinding light that breaks above
steady waves from landing turtle doves?
See the wind rise above the delta trends,
where we first met at summer’s end.
Will you lie with me at dark,
against the support of our oak’s bark?
Strong and sure it has always stood
in the night’s dark, concealing hood.
Between boughs stars alight with power,
where we first brushed in autumn’s last hour.
Will you walk with me at noon,
through the soft sand and over the dunes?
A rapid tide we shall embrace
as it smashes against the cliff’s tired face.
But in waters unknown a love so great,
where we first shared vows to winter late.
Will you stay with me for all tomorrows,
in all our grief and all our sorrow?
Time has tested our currents ashore,
but rest assured our love is more.
Spring is a season that will not end for two.
She has your smile; she looks like you.