With eyes locked
And my heart open wide
I promise to you
All that I am, will ever be
Admitting honestly
Whatever this is
I cherish our road, completely
***Let me apologize for the cheese factor in this poem for those who may be skeptical of finding love. I know it sounds like a five and dime wedding vow to some, but it just came pouring out of me 5 minutes ago. After reflecting over the words, my heart knows best, so I will share the poem in hopes that it brings a smile. For me, the only path worth walking is towards love in any form, but most importantly the one you’re craving, always.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This is beautiful, and we finally get to see the real Audrey Dawn 🙂
The greatest thing in any relationship is to realize “Whatever this is, I cherish our road, completely”
Very, very cool 🙂
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*hides her eyes* Stop… 🙂 I couldn’t agree more, Dalo. I can’t even pretend to be confident in my reply. I can only say, thank you. I think you’re cool. 😉
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I think the Texan Cool Dawn has a monopoly on cool 🙂 Beautiful, soulful work ~ and we can see more of it as you’ve now shown this side of your talent ~
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You’re just buttering me up, Randall. I’m on to you… 😉 The problem with seeing more of this side of me is I will be written off as another writer for Hallmark, which is a fine company don’t get me wrong, but I feel like a bit of a cliché when I open myself up to this sort of expression. After rereading what I wrote I sound like a cynic on the subject of love, but I don’t feel that way. I think I’m just extremely bashful about showing more than just words…I know when I sound robotic and when I don’t with my own poetry…you’ve proven to see through it, as well, Cowboy.
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This is well said, Oh Queen!
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Aww. Thank you, Rajiv
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Hey you, if this is cheese then it must be a fine french cheese, like a Camembert, Brie de Meaux or a Roquefort. The kind to be savored and tasted with a nice glass of red. Let’s make it French as well. How about a Cabernet Sauvignon or Merlot (these are french wines, right)?
You silly girl Audrey. This isn’t just any old cheese. It’s lovely.
🙂 ❤
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You’re far too sweet, Staci. I do like your cheese and wine suggestions, but I have to tell you I’m more of an avacado and tequlia or beer and pretzel girl. Giggle. Thanks for being so kind… xx You’re very sweet. 🙂
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Hehehehe.
🙂
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Now, if you wrote this poem on a greeting card with a big, curvy font and decorated it with a bunch of flowers, then you’d be bringing the cheese. But I like the message of the poem, and it’s not cheesy to pour out words from the heart.
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I could arrange it, and adding your suggestions would seal the deal, Gus. Smiles. Thank you. I will do my best to remember. Glad to know mushy is okay from time to time.
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You know, I have a VERY good cheese detector (I actually refer to it as my “corn-o-meter” or ‘corniness meter’). All that to say, I’m not getting a reading on this post at all–your poem has passed through no easy test!
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Hi, Kyle! Wow, so my poem passed the elusive cheese test? What a relief. Aww. You’re so kind to speak up and reassure me. You’re very witty. I like that. Thanks for the smile.
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Hey, I love cheese. *munches on some Gouda*
Oh… that cheese. *puts Gouda back in fridge* I mean, you’ve written this quite well; it’s your unique take on the idea. If it just came pouring out of you, then there’s a reason. Your heart certainly does know best. 😉
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Luke! I want some Gouda…*holds her hand out* Tis a favorite of mine, actually. You’re such a goofball. ..but I enjoy you making me laugh! You often surprise me by your wisdom. Very kind of you and not necessary… Are you talking me off a ledge? 😉 Thank you!
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*retrieves Gouda again* 🙂 I know I’m a goofball sometimes… but I know you don’t mind too much. Well, thank you for the compliment. 🙂 A ledge?
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Thanks! *takes a bit* I don’t mind a bit. I like when you make me laugh. The old saying…talk off a ledge. I was feeling a little out of sorts over that poem. You made me laugh and forget all about it. Very kind.
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I see. 🙂 I hadn’t heard that before, but I shall remember it.
Aww, you’re too kind in calling it very kind. 🙂
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I thought it was a great poem. And quite nice. But it doesn’t apply to the professor, since I’m heartless, you know. *maybe laughs*
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I like great. Thanks, Duke. Yes, let the record reflect that Duketh has no heart, no soul and ’tis wicked to all redheaded ladies, please.
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Probably all ladies, I think.
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Naw. Just redheaded ladies.
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*holds ears*
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Sign of a guilty man.
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I envy you this beauty. It is lovely.
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Thank you, Willow. xx
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Don’t apologize for your art, Aud. Ever. 🙂 Or your heart. Ever. ❤
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I’m sorry. I didn’t see it that way, but I should of… Its obvious that I was apologizing, but at the time it seemed as if I was clarifying. Either way, Aud’s a mess, Chum. Thanks for shakin’ me a little. ♡
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It’s OK to be a little woozie at times, Aud. But not about your art, OK? 🙂
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OK, Chum. 🙂
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Cheese can be quite nice at times.
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Hi, Eric. Thank you for supporting this poem. I think it gets ☆☆☆☆ out of 5 for cheese, but I will stand confidently by my poem.
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beautifully said 🙂
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Thanks, Neha 🙂 Good to see you.
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