A short one for hump day, hope that you have an awesome day.The very first time that I looked upon her gorgeous faceI knew that I loved her so by the way my heart did race.There was no way to resist I knew and I did not even tryI knew that if the reason arose, for her I would gladly die.Envisioning our lives together my mind did wildly raceand I loved her more each and every time I saw her face.It is not a love that could fade or die, the truest in the worl'for how could any father not forever truly love his baby girl?
I am often asked why I send poems I have written. First and foremost it is because I like for my friends to know that I have thought of them and taken the time to send something when I can. Secondly, I found out that some of the picture comments contain viruses and can infect the computer that they are sent to,so this narrowed the options. I decided to send the poems because so many men seem to have forgotten that you need to speak to a lady's heart in soft wooing tones as well. That comments like"You're Hot" need to be expressed in a more gentlemanly fashion. It seems that society is reverting back to a more crass time and that we have forgotten even how to compliment each other, let alone seduce another; reducing"making love" to the animal act of"having sex". It is my hope that poetry will bring a smile to the receipiant and make other re-evaluate thier outlook and actions toward women. I feel that if men forget to pay basic respect and sensuality during a compliment, how long before they stop showing it in any form? I tend to write most of my poetry to try to get people to think about life or to learn to appreciate what they do have in life and hope that it will help people through hard times. Lastly, it is my hope that people will see that you are receiving a comment so often from one person and think about how often they do or do not do the same.
Here is the poem I wrote for today, it is a happy poem, but in a somber way.I was there to hear the choir of angels singas you cast off the promises of a single lifewatched as many a possibility took to wingas you made a solemn vow to be my loving wife.I am so aware of all that you could have been,of how great must have been your true destiny,of the places you could have gone and seen,and that you gave it all up just to be with me.All of this you gladly did to be my loving brideand all that I can say are these words so true"Forever I want you to remain here by my sidefor I shall always be so much in love with you."So let us face the uncertain future joined as oneand know that we shall always have each otherto rely on even when our lives are at last doneand that I will love you and never want another.
Here is the poem of the day, I wrote it for those who love but are afraid to admit it.Why is it that you feel you have to lie to me?The truth is plain enough for the world to see,it is easy to see in your eyes and in you smile,and yes,I have known the truth for quite a while.So why is it that you will not just admit it is true,for I know that you love me as much as I love you.Is it because you do not think that this can last,or the result of some player you knew in the past?Did one that you loved run away when he first heardyou in a moment of truth or passion say that word,and now you fear that I will react in the same way?The truth is it's the one word that will make me stay.I wish you could see that you have nothing to fear,that I will always love you and want to be right hereregardless of rather or not you admit it the truth to me,as long as in your actions and in your eyes it I can see.What a wonderful thing to hear it and know it's true,when you trust me enough to finally say"I love you."
Behold the fragile apple blossom perched high in the treespreading fragrance and beauty for all to smell and see.There it stays, just one among the countless many there,but unique in it's own way for any who bother to compare.It seems to be such a frail thing yet is truly so very strongwithstanding every harsh, punishing wind that comes along.It clings on and fights until at last it's duty is finally done,surviving the pelting rain and aged by the rays of the sun.Then it falls below and returns to the great waiting earthleaving behind the precious fruit, which she has given birth.Even in this final act having given all that she could give,then gives nourishment to the tree so that the fruit can live.Such it seems this is the role that a lady does in this life,giving all to her duty as a wonderful mother and a loving wife.While we miss the blossom when it has fallen to the ground,take heart that in the fruit she made part of her can be found.
Never shall the winds of time your beauty ever erase,though it might age you and put wrinkles on your face.You have changed since we first met and will some more,gained and lost weight from time to time and I still findthat your evolving beauty is always on my loving mind.Each change that comes, like the growing of a gray hair,that seems to make you worry and fills you with despair,serve to remind me that you're more beautiful than before,that time itself has had effect on your most precious partfor still it has been unable to change your loving heart.Worry not about the years or the effect they have on you,just as long as your heart keeps loving me and is so true,you will only grow more beautiful as I grow to love you more.Let us forget about such trivial matters as them we rise above,each shielded from the ravages of time by the others love.
