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AN (sparklyshimmer2010): So I was thinking about Jack and clichés, and I thought of the different ones out there and how they all related to John and then all of a sudden I wanted to write a sparky poem! So here is what came out of it, I guess it's ok. I tried to get in as many clichés as I could that dealt with the heart and love. Got quite a lot actually. Enjoy!
The Winning Cliché
Did you ever wonder, maybe as a child,
Why the sky was blue and grass so green?
Did you ever wonder, though it could be felt,
Why air was unseen?
Did you ever wonder, back in Antarctica,
Why it was I didn't immediately say yes?
Did you ever wonder why clichés are cliché,
Words said so much that the meaning is less?
I guess that's just the way things are
And me thinking about what I was getting into.
And you know, clichés are cliché
Cause most of them are true.
Just listen to this Elizabeth,
And you will see
Just how much they apply
To us, to me.
I fell in love at first sight, unknowing.
I get lost in your emerald spheres
And the disappointed look in them
Is the greatest of my fears.
You took a chance on me,
And each other we defend.
What started out as respect
Has now proven you to be my best friend.
And there's a clichéd story line
Of the best friend in love
And that is a problem
For the higher ups above.
But that one kiss we shared
I remember with a flush and a grin,
And I know that it was really us
That it should have been.
When it's just us on the balcony
You wear your heart on your sleeve
And in those moments,
That you feel the same is so easy to believe.
I like you in my arms,
Safe and secure and holding tight,
My stomach actually drops, and
My heart beats fast as we reunite.
From the bottom of my heart
I mean it that you've got a heart of gold.
I followed mine and you
When I went with you past that blue threshold.
I was enamored with you
From the moment we met
Every guy you've been with,
That it wasn't me I regret.
I'm sure you've heard
That opposites attract.
I don't think I have to explain
How for us that's an easily known fact.
'Faint heart never won fair maiden'
I desperately try to avoid,
But from you I do run away
And any hope for us is destroyed.
You're what completes me
If I could only take the chance
So we could have our own
Spell of romance.
But even as I feel all that,
Love is truly blind,
For I didn't know exactly what you meant to me
Until you were left behind.
For most of these words
I let myself forget what passed,
The sadness that is heavy,
And the tears downcast.
Home is where the heart is,
Home for me was you.
The three words that escape me now
I know are overdue.
My heart is broken
Hard to mend
And I keep thinking I will see you
Just around the bend.
But even though I don't
I know you're still here
And wherever you are,
Most certainly I am near.
Love is never having to say sorry
And you don't blame me I know,
But I'm sorry I'm sorry
For not finding you long ago.
I want to cry my eyes out
Even while I remain strong
Cause through my rough exterior
I know Atlantis is where you belong.
'Distance makes the heart grow softer'
I believe is true indeed
For with the slightest pressure,
My heart begins to bleed.
Clichés are said a lot,
Often told in tales.
They just become a fact
Like the hidden breeze nature unveils.
But there's pigment to explain the grass,
Light to explain the sky,
And there are certain clichés
That I fiercely deny.
They say that all is fair
In the games of love and war
But it can't be right to live this life
The Replicators have now tore.
And I just don't understand,
With all the happiness it cost,
How as opposed to never loving,
It's better to have loved and lost.
But sighing away from those thoughts,
The two clichés most simple and real,
Now that you're gone
I can't conceal:
I love you
On a scale not small
And we have to believe
That love conquers all.