Scribbles for a Special Someone

Sometimes when I am not writing online, I do scribbles in my notepads offline. Sometimes these scribbles make no sense, and sometimes they do. Most of the time though, these scribbles are purely poetry...

What you are about to read is a series of one of those scribbles. I wrote these words for a very special friend, after I was dared to write a note to her for seven consecutive days.

Before you begin, please keep in mind that this special friend, whenever we have a conversation, we always address each other as "Hey, Stranger..."

Please enjoy my scribbles...

Image by Ольга Белая from Pixabay

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Day 1..

T'was once, oh it was,
That she smiled at me..
But twice, the butterflies,
And my heart was at sea..

She was a stranger, oh the danger,
Mama had warned me,
But I was taken, if not mistaken,
Already entranced with she

And so here I am without delay,
For her, a scribbled poem once a day...

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Day 2..

When I promised her that everyday I woke,
I'd write her a poem whatever it took,
My pen whispered, Man you're full of lies,
But then it never saw, the stars I saw in her eyes...

Oh I couldn't forget, the day I knew,
That in a stranger, I found a depth anew..
Oh words could convey, but never enough,
She's beyond words, one diamond in the rough...

And so here I am, without delay..
For her, a scribbled poem once a day...

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Day 3..

Sometimes I think that she's amazing,
Other times, I just marvel at her gifts..
For if one should seek a goddess in writing,
I'd be willing to bet, that she'd be top of the list..

So this morning, here's an ode to her pen,
And another, to every thought that lives in that pretty head..
They birth gems, those rare words off which we learn,
A wild flower, she outgrows every single flower bed...

And so again here I am, without delay..
For her, a scribbled poem once a day...

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Day 4

Her thoughtful deeds, they came at me,
Piercing my soul, filling my heart..
Her unspoken words, relentlessly,
They pulled our "stranger" strings apart...

What can I say, what could I do?
A stranger's spell doth hold me bound..
And now with love, and much ado,
My pen worships, my muse is found...

So here I am again, albeit with a tiny delay..
For her I bring, a scribbled poem once a day...

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Day 5

Today a one liner could have done,
Perhaps it could've been two..
But as soon as I begun,
Once more t'was but deja vu...

Now I have an ode to your eyes,
And a ballad for your skin..
And three sonnets for the prize,
That sits high above your knees...

And though 'tis but late,
Here I am again at your gate...
This heart may indeed delay,
But it cometh surely, once a day...

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Day 6

There's a full moon out tonight,
And not a single star is in sight..
But my thoughts are happy thoughts,
For in you, they've found delight...

It's one more night to savor,
One more night to be true...
So let these words of mine endeavor,
To bring my heart to you...

One punctuation at a time,
To caress your tender skin..
Sweet syllables that are mine,
To stir your in-between...

Oh, one more night to relay,
My love, penned once a day..

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Day 7

Seven days of relentless love,
Time stood still, and words came fast..
But despite all that has come above,
I have managed to save the best two for last...

'Tis one word that brought my path to you,
Another, that made our dreams come true..
Together, a phrase that none can beat,
For us that phrase be all, to wit;

Hey stranger...

#SladenSpeaks
#IfWordsWereNudes

Cc:
@belenguerra
@fendit (P.S. Where have you been friend? #WritingnReviews Misses you!)

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I hope you all enjoyed this piece!

Cheers!