for Debra
Shakespeare would compare thee,
Donne would wonder why,
Browning would behold thee,
Keats would glorify.
But poetry as you can see
Can only go so far,
No poem can contain your light,
No sun, no moon, no star.
And so I scribe these endless lines
In search of metaphor
To show instead of tell, my Love,
It’s you that I adore.
* * *
Royal Love
You treat Love
like a king.
You crown him
with your smile.
You rule him
with your kiss.
You make him wish
you were his queen.
You make Love
jealous.
* * *
Your Song
sings always in me
even when you are silent,
even when we are apart.
To me there is no sound
as soft as you,
no voice on earth
that gives my feet
such wings,
no whispered prayer
filled with so much promise.
Your voice is the pillow
on which I rest my heart,
the blanket with which
I warm my dreams,
the bed in which my soul
learns its nightly lesson
of everlasting love.
5 comments:
Charles, your words always move me. Lucky Debra to have you so in love with her and to have your words to express it!
I especially love YOUR SONG!
Do you consider this blog semi-private or may I link it on FB for all my friends to read? I know you made some blog changes to keep your personal poetry a bit separate. Just wondering...
Hi Joyce! Thanks so much for your kind comments! I would be honored to have you link it for your FB friends. Thank you!
Our only semi-private blog is the one about our grandbabies at SWEET SWEET BABY
, but we're proud to show them off as well. ;-)
Beautiful poetry, especially Your Song. I love the imagery in that one.
-Becca Johnson
Thanks, Becca. Appreciate it!
Lovely, Charles. Enjoyed reading.
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