John Dryden

Going out on a scary limb here.

Your blonde hair, never out of place

even when it’s everywhere

Your eyes so green and alive

I feel they see through my careful glances

Your smile, so innocent and unkowing

Your hands, never to hold mine

I love you more than you will ever know.

I may not be a good man,

I may never be great.

I will always look this boring,

And I do not have a clean slate.

But I love you, wholly and unchanging.

And whether or not you ever know,

You will always be my angel,

The goodness in my world

And you will always be just at arm’s length.

And I love you still.

un/re/qui/ted/love

Longing, feeling lost It’s hard to restrain my heart Unrequited love.

Conquer my brave heart, Moon and sun command my tongue Show me how to speak

These words, I love you, Their gravity so untamed, Bear down my tied tongue.

I learned a new ideal today, A bit too late to my dismay. There is no life in settling down When love is naught, you start to drown Regrets concrete pull you so deep The sun can’t shine, and chills will creep Time crept by you and your mate, To apathy, your dreams deflate.

Haiku

hay la sonrisa//
amo estos colores//
te quiero, aquí//

no veo nada//
sín comparar tús ojos//
ni sol, ni tierra//

ni nada sín tí.


I know my accenture may not be perfect, but here you have it. I have been asking myself, why haiku? Haiku ensures you are contemplating the impact of each syllable, leaving nothing to waste.

Taken from an older post, but it still applies.

Just a little ditty

One thousand crazy ways to say today
I love you more and more than yesterday
I’ve never been so out of my own mind
They really meant that love is truly blind
So give me time to give my rhyme a chance
That one day I may learn to blindly dance.

Brought from another old blog

I dreamt of a set of rings, that looked innocuous as any others, except one was mine, and one was yours. I gave you one on the day I kissed you, sealing forever those lips to mine, and our hands met, sealing the rings to each other. When we were apart, the aperture where my ring belonged in your hand would remind you to come home to me safely, and when we were together, those apertures would lock our hands, entwined in an embrace, until we must part again.

I once presented you with gold
And with it came a story told
Of how my heart bisected cried
Of missing yours by its side
A ring, a token of my care
With mate, t’was forged to make a pair
and interlocking rings they were
my testimony, proud and pure
that neither you nor I, complete
lest our twin rings do come to meet
Affirming love in all it’s grace
If only dreams could leave this trace….

So this is my first attempt at Iambic Tetrameter. Perhaps, pentameter to follow.

You rarely see the sun rise, But it burns like witchfire in your eyes. There is thunder here in Texas But when you laugh, It’s like I’d never heard that rumble before

I am not wise, I am not perfect, But I am blessed to experience the raw elements in your smile, the peal of bells in your voice.

A storm is coming, and there will be thunder. It makes me miss the depths of your laugh. The rain will patter the pavement softly, but it’s rush only reminisces of your every breath. the sweet smell of fresh falling wet grace only enhances the enthraling waft of your body, and the sum that burns through the clouds could never match the intensity of your gaze.

You are my wondrous storm.