A Pauper's Love

“She walks in beauty, like the night,” and

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,”

Have been penned by those

superior in verse, poetry, and prose.

So I am left to my own writing device

which seems to me ignorant,

colorless, and one dimensional

comparatively speaking.

To adequately describe your eyes,

your tresses, your giggling girlish nature,

to fully express how my heart

reels at the very mention of your name,

requires skill in language I do not own.

I can only relate in ignorant terms

the few words at my command,

Whom classic poets would scoff at

and certainly reprimand.

Others reading this small sentiment

can never know just what is meant.

How longing for you is my only passion,

and in today’s world seems out of fashion.

For you, my love is as a fountain of water

cascading into a leaky cistern,

constantly flowing, but never filling...

Seeing you is sunshine for my soul,

Hearing your sweet and giggling voice

Returns the smile to my eyes.

I can only imagine the effect

touching you might have upon me.

That one sensation will ever elude

the warmth of my embrace,

my lips upon your silken cheek and

kissing that soft spot on your neck.

Oh, I know this poem’s a wreck.

But, my heart is full in every respect.

Breaking all the rules of poetic rhythm and rhyme,

Yet, my love for you will endure all time.

For it knows no meter, rhyme or reason

But grows and changes as the seasons.

So please forgive my boyish ways

as my love for you will remain always.