I’ve been terrified
by things many
but nothing
has shaken me
like
how much
I love you.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I’ve been terrified
by things many
but nothing
has shaken me
like
how much
I love you.
You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
I can’t
deny
having known you;
we have
the same
pattern
of
stitches.
It has
to be
a great
burden
to carry
my heart,
but one
wouldn’t
know it
by the way
you
move,
unladen.
You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
Standing
in the
brutal air
of a blizzard,
I think,
longingly,
how
unexpectedly
fortunate
the flakes are
to have fallen
where you sit,
caressing you
as they descend.
Startled,
I look down
to find myself
standing
in a pool of water;
the snow has melted.
How
are you
my
steaming mug
of coffee,
my
hot-day
lemonade,
and my
whiskey
on the rocks?
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With a thousand poems,
I try to tell you
how I feel about you,
but, with every failed lyric,
it’s clearer that
my passion
can only be expressed
with movement.