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Fate, It's In the Stars

by Matt Recore

We said our vows, and proclaimed our love
And we both saw our stars twinkling above
My love is my friend, and my friend is my wife
I will be with her for the rest of my life.

The day we met is so vivid in my mind
We were strolling along the beach, intertwined
It was clear to me; it was love at first sight
I sat up thinking about her all the next night.

We continued to date for quite a spell
And as I saw it, things were going quite well
We were now married in the eyes of God.
And, we were the saying, "two peas in a pod."

A few magical months quickly passed by
Everything was perfect; I didn't have to try
She went out with her friends on a fateful night
When she didn't come home, it gave me a fright.

The next morning came, and I grew a bit fearful
I found out what happened and my eyes became tearful
My wife was held as a hostage in the robbing of a store,
She tried to run, but never made it through the door.

The cowards, as they are, shot her down without a care
She was trying to save her life, and the others that were there.
She should be seen as a hero, and I see her as such,
I just grieve that I will never again feel her touch.

I know she should be looked upon as a savoir to that crowd,
Yet, I can't ignore my feelings; they are just calling too loud.
I can't understand why it was her life to be taken
My feelings right now is that I was forsaken.

I'm not mad at her, I'm mad at her fate,
Why she was to die, and why on this date?
Oh, I have mixed emotions that I try to depict
But I know, like a play, you can't change the script.

I know she's with God, looking over all whom she cares
I'm looking to heaven with blank, meaningless stares.
A single teardrop was all that I'd show
But the emotions I felt, she would know.

I was torn between the anger and sorrow,
I might plot revenge, but wait 'til tomorrow
Today, I'm remembering the life we did share
Recalling the times, I knew she did care.

I pray to her, saying my final good-bye
I pray to God, to soon let me die.
I pray to me, to never forget my wife,
I pray to her parents, for giving her life.

I blame the man whose life he did steal
I frustrate over him saying, "big deal"
I'll always remember her god-given life
I love and will miss her, she is my wife.

Even though Recore is a unmarried high-school student, he still manages to write very emotional poems. You can e-mail him and tell him your comments.

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