You asked for it...

I realized I only had two poems that I had actually typed and saved on my computer. The rest of my poetry is stashed in my volumes of journals. Maybe I should post a poem a week. Much of my poetry is free-form, just to warn you. Only a few of my poems actually have any rhyming structure.

I firmly believe that the reader should be given some context in which a work was created, so I shall give you some background. This poem was written about a couple of years ago after I watched two girls I knew from high school go through with pregnancies out of wedlock. Both had thought me funny and naive because I didn't have a boyfriend or had never been kissed; this was that period of adolescence where "everyone has someone except you," but I knew that I had Jesus, the Lover of my soul. What a great comfort! So who was naive?

My Love Story

They all "fell in love,"
They all fell apart.
To every one --
A broken heart.
First love at sixteen,
First date, first kiss...
First to fall.
They all had someone
To love and to hold.

They looked at me in pity
'Cause I "had no love story."
My lips were ne'er kissed,
Nor heart giv'n away.
But none of them
Knew real love.
For indeed, I have a love story...

He can't be seen;
He can't be touched...
Yet my Love's more real
Than theirs will ever be.

I have the real love story...
Calvary.