Thursday, July 2, 2009


To get all sentimental,
And then attempt
To write a bit of verse-

Well, you know,
Filled with great eloquence,
Concerning all of my love for you:

Striving to be so very poetic-

But no doubt,
Coming off
Like some run-of-the-mill
Love-struck fool.

Sometimes I get it into my mind,
That I can completely spellbind:

Only to turn around,
And realize-

That I've totally lost
The entire consistency
Of the rhyme.

But babe,
You always look,
And smile at me-
Seeming very pleased:

For you love the words
I've put together
For what they mean-

Even though a poet
I may not be.

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