A contest entry for romantic poems. True love upon awakening before wife does. |
I don't write romantic poems usually, but here is my attempt at doing so: At birth of the new day, when the blackness of our bedroom melts gradually into muted grey, eyes slowly widening, I awaken to find my love, my life, my wife still embraced by peaceful sleep, lying close by face to face. Her countenance I carefully scrutinize, it seemingly as much illuminated by the radiance from her inner beauty, as by the dawn's earliest sunlight. Thoughts of all our past years, filled with shared happiness and tears, make my love stored deep inside begin to swell and rise, reminding me of her gentle spirit, pure heart, sweet nature, receptive ways. All my loving thoughts of her fill my heart, bring a smile, stir me, hardening within the desire to ever so softly deliver a kiss on her slightly parted lips. With this loving intent, slowly closer I lean. Yew-w-w! Morning breath repels me! Which is truly just as well-- for I really, really need to go pee. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |