Chastised for my ignorant ways,
Camaraderie meant nothing to me.
But, with hands on a miracle,
I’ve torn vengeance apart at the seams.
I’m high on a love envied by many,
Smoky clouds carry us into the sky.
Your hand is the only comfort I need,
I will hold on until the day I die.
I know I don’t deserve you,
But I’m so proud of what I’ve got.
Two hands, hangin’ on to a miracle,
I no longer know the meaning of distraught.
I’ve been in love before,
Yet, nothing comes close to this.
I’ve fought off a million storms,
Now, no longer clinching my fists.
Baby, I thought I had seen it all,
Yes, from sea to shining sea.
You caught me off guard on that faithful day,
Something new for my eyes to see.
I never believed in fairy tales,
True love was as false as my own bliss.
But with hands on a real-life miracle,
Maybe such things do exist.
My dreams we’re once filled with rage,
My psyche was broken by fright.
But now I have you in my head,
So, I can dream peacefully tonight.
Seventeen years of loneliness,
I thought that all was lost.
But somehow, I’ve found a miracle,
And I will fight for her at any cost.
We take our rightful place in the moon,
Flying beyond the sky, so starry and blue.
Because, when you have your hands on a miracle,
There is nothin’ in life that you cannot do.
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AN: If you're a Foo Fighters' fan, and you've heard their song "Miracle" before, then you would know that I got the "Hands On A Miracle" title from that song. So, I would just like to point that out.
I decided to switch the format of the poem, because I didn't use this many stanzas in the original. It's one of those quick poems that you write immediately, because you don't want the influence for it to fade out of your mind. And, of course, the "miracle" is my girlfriend....