A serious poem about love, its power and its pain, and about trust. |
Silly poems I can write by the dozen, Funny words and bad rhymes Playful puns and groaning cliches But how do I pour out my heart on paper? Can I write the pounding beat, the singing blood, Into this sterile computer screen? I fear that you will read my words wrong, Think I laugh at you, not with you Think I mean harm, not humor And my hands tremble at the notion. Can I write the gentle smile, the charmed look, With letters too perfect for inflection? My tongue has been too long stilled, Aching to speak your name Needing to sing your praise Now the words burst juicy like pomegranate seeds, Will you taste and name it sweet? I love you more than words could ever say, Now and forever, in sickness and in health In poverty and wealth, good times and bad Whether giddy, angry, sad, or silly. How can any mere poem, though masterpiece it be, Embrace the awesome joy of loving you? But try I must, to tell you this: I loved you always, since we met I will love you always, to my grave L’amour eternel is not just a pretty phrase. When I am no more than dust and faded marble headstone, Will you still feel my love for you? I would shine on you like the sun. Warm you to your bones Light your world with joy Can you ever know the strength of my love, That soothes away your tears, dissolves your rage in sweetness, That will not let me refuse to love you? My heart was thine from moment one, To cherish in cupped hands To destroy in a careless blow Do you know how much you own me? Have I said too much, given you knowledge of power, To command me as you will? I do not care. I love you as you are I love you for all you can become No matter what the fickle future may bring. Whether the days are sweet or bitter, whether you are kind or cruel, I love you without question. |