I was looking through some boxes of old school stuff yesterday and I came across a notebook of mine from middle school (I'm currently in my third year of college, so that notebook is about 9-10 years old
). As I looked through it I realized that I had thought I had lost it in the three moves I went through during middle school, high school, and college, but I hadn't. I found in it the first poem I had ever written. I've come a long way, but I thought I'd share this little gem of my past with you guys.
Even if the title implies it, it is not about a particular person. Its sort of my personal qualifications of a "Prince Charming" (or at least my qualifications when I was in middle school). When I was younger I always imagined my prince to be more down to earth and, because of my love of wolves and love of AD&D, I imagined him to be a werewolf. I'm weird, I know.
Him
He is the one who cannot be named
He slips through darkness in silence
His emerald green eyes cannot be tamed
His attacks seek no violence
The sunlight's attraction is his of old
His fangs never miss their mark
He holds the keys to my Heart and Soul
I hold the keys to his Soul and Heart
He is the sun; he is the day
He is the moon of shadow and night
His eyes pierce twilight's gloomy gray
Eyes shining stars, brilliant and bright
He is the one whom I shall always call Love
He is the one whom I call Mate
He is the Mate of my Soul
I'm not asking for any revisions or suggestions for this one. As it was my first ever I'd like to keep it as a fond memory. I just thought I'd share this with you all