MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY SOULMATE,

                RENE’ LYN…

YES, there are times I could just kill her,

BUT, then there are times I can’t wait till she visits,

YES, she is my love, my life, my soulmate, Rene’.

She is a lover of roses,

Hence the color of this poem tonight,

Her two boys, Sinders and Rufuz, love her all right,

As does her fiancé, Ed, who loves her more,

As that can only be right.

She has pushed the limits of our relationship,

But always is she ready to ask forgiveness,

And I, I am just an old softy, I grant it, with all due haste,

Our relationship has certainly never been that of a waste,

We compliment each other or so I have been told,

I sincerely hope that we both stay together till we are old.

Rene’ my love, when you read this I want you to know,

I am in love with you, through and through,

And will be till the time of my passing,

I hope we both pass together, as I could not go on without you,

If you were to pass first, oh please to the gods, allow us our due,

And permit us to have each other, till the end of time,

And if you don’t, dear gods, you may find that I will sue!

As a poet of love poems I leave a great deal to be desired,

I would rather throw in a joke or laugh, so we don’t become mired,

In the mush that poets of love and romance get stuck in,

But still, I want you to know, I mean every word here,

And in that I am, absolutely, positively stuck on you, my dearest Rene’…

                                                                        (ed)