• Found on the Cutting Room Floor

    Sometimes I like to torture myself by reading first drafts of stuff I’ve written. Some of it’s just really, really bad, and then I come across something that makes me pause. I read it and wonder why I left it on the cutting room floor. This is what I came across this today: When I am with you, There’s a feeling of forever, For the love I have for you Is by far my greatest pleasure. A love so simple, yet divine Ages gracefully like wine. You are my happiness— You make my heart sing— Being with you Is my favorite thing. It was a poem written for one of…