I hope you never get tired
Of my poor attempts at poetry
I am not eloquent like some
But love just flows from me
I may not be able
To properly articulate
But I always want you
To be my lifelong mate
This truly is a tragedy,
How I cannot express my love,
In words that are sufficient
To amaze the angels above
So let me just be done,
Trying to be profound
And just say, I love you,
Passion without bound.
Another short poem dedicated to the love of my life, Ionia Martin. The woman that makes me who I am, without whom I am not me. (Not sure if who and whom are right, but what the heck.)
I miss you from thousands of miles away,
Or even just a few.
You guide my life in every way,
I am not me without you
I visit all those places,
The ones for me and you.
Like where you first spoke to me,
And life began anew
Little could I have known then,
What you’d come to mean to me.
Our love it has flourished,
O’er the deep blue sea.
You are to me, my everything.
My world, my heart, my life.
The greatest day of all will come
When you become my wife.
