Wish I had the skill of poets past
And write for you poems: Epics and Sonnets,
Ballads and songs of love and tell you
How I feel about you and what you do
To me when you look at me
With those lovely bright eyes
And bless me with your dimpled smile.
Since I lack this skill,
I'll ask the help of singing birds
At the dawn of spring,
The beauty of the setting sun
In a far-away yet undiscovered
Holiday destination,
The bright flames of the trees in autumn,
Freshly fallen snow in winter,
The smile on an infants face
And the laughter and innocence of a child.
2007-12-27
22:01:14
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