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The time was never right

A short poem about chances

By Jeffrey A. Sapp Published 4 years ago 1 min read
The time was never right
Photo by Nadine Shaabana on Unsplash

Each moment like an endless slice of time

Each step caused the voice inside

To tell me what I shouldn't say

But still, my hand would shake.

Her approach was like a sacred flame

That lights a path to my soul again

Sweat and shivers run down my spine

The time seemed never right

Now with eyes locked onto mine

A gaze of soothing, lovers fire

With hands now calm and breath secure

The gorgeous form of her

My mind wanted me to walk away

or pass her by, in transparency

But my heart had held me still

relying on my will

Words came slow and struggled and begged

To be what needed to keep her here

With me until the end of time

Or never know if it was right

love poems

About the Creator

Jeffrey A. Sapp

There are various genres that include short fiction, poetry, and philosophy, that I enjoy writing about. There are some controversial as well as moving topics I hope to invite you to explore.

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