I could go miles and miles away yet I will choose to stay in the place and the moment we held hands for the first time
I could paddle my way, over the greater currents and superior waves yet I will choose to row my way back to the place and time we fought our biggest fight for the first time
I could live in paradise, or create my own little beautiful world yet I sure am will choose to be with you, my paradise, my little beautiful world
Write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans.
oh, how I marveled at the blazing sun, its burning heat its cheerful radiant color they remind me of your eyes oh, your eyes, the day I met you, one morning, in a room so crowded there, I saw you, just like how a girl meets a boy in the movies, in the novels your eyes bear a beautiful story your eyes hold a burning fire for life your eyes support a wild phenomenal dream I have your eyes then etched into my heart, carved into my soul, engraved in my thoughts chiseled in every syllable inscribed in every verse of my poetry, of my prose your eyes your eyes my heart’s home my soul’s resting place your eyes your eyes my love
what is with your embrace that I long to have always? the kind of embrace, I, forever will be reminded of how love was born between our bleeding souls your embrace, was my first memory of how you held me tight, just as our love was new when words were not needed, to manifest love, to manifest you
what is with your embrace that I long to have always? the kind of embrace, I, forever will be grateful for for it warmed my heart when things were tough, and the world was rough your embrace, was my only escape, when life’s contrasting events hit me the hardest when words were not needed to manifest love to manifest you
what is with your embrace that I long to have always? the kind of embrace, I, tried to resist but it was so electrifying that I found myself passionately returning your affection I melted into your arms and welcomed your warm lips that sought mine when words were not needed to manifest love to manifest us
remember how we used to talk ’bout movies and love songs and happily -ever- after? you said romance is for the hopeless romantic, for the young, the careless and the carefeee I bet you were right, you were right ‘cos at forty -five, I’m the same; young, careless, carefree, hopeless romantic still crazy in love with you
remember how we used to talk ’bout our story our love story, you said it could be a beautiful plot for an original movie storyline pitch I bet you were right, your were right ‘cos at forty – five I still believe, ours is the best love story ever
it’s true then what they say, no amount of words will find a way of expressing how much you love when its too great too good, too endearing, my dear but i’ll say it the best way my poet heart can anyway
i love you, for many wonderful reasons like when you just look at me with so much admiration how can i not notice the smile in your eyes and the joy on your face, and for that you made me the happiest as always
i love you, for the many times you make me giggle like a little child getting a hand-made doll or the way you charm me with your classic boy-next-door wink oh, how you make me blush, my heart skipping a beat
let me pause by saying, of course i don’t forget, we’ve come a long way, my dear and i swear, the rocky roads and crazy road bumps, we’ve been through were testaments of true love, worthy of one great love tale
above all, my love, its true what they say love knows no boundaries, doesn’t even have an age limit or expiry date, ‘cos trust me when i say, at forty – five, i love you like i used to love you back in the days when we were crazy and young and careless
ours, my dear, is a love written in the stars where the universe conspires and the Gods and Goddesses unite to create a perfect story line, a perfect match, a perfect tale for two imperfect individuals, to love and to hold, ’till death do they part
and so it’s true what they say, no amount of words will find a way of expressing how much you love when its too great too good, too endearing, my dear but maybe not, for a poet like me ‘cos i have a hundred million ways to tell you how much i love you
through all the things i’ve done and in all the many places i’ve gone for the many times i’ve changed my ways and for the countless moments and days you’ve been in my heart, in my thoughts I swear
through the many faces and friends i’ve met and the enormous challenges i’ve bet for the hours i’ve consumed, i’ve depleted and for the battles I tried winning but lost you’ve been in my heart, in my thoughts I swear
throughall the memories i’ve kept, some lost, some forgotten and the many times i tried to recreate them and the magnitude of experiences i’ve written you’ve been in my heart, in my thoughts I swear
through all the times i was grateful, i was thankful ’twas because our paths have crossed forever you will be in my heart, in my thoughts grateful, thankful, blessed always and forever
I’m not skinny, I’m not thin I’m just fit and lean I can do rounds of planks and squats as you watch and admire with loving thoughts I can have a fully loaded vegetable salad meal as you enjoy steaks and your cheeseburger meal
I’m not skinny, I’m not thin I’m just fit and lean I can fit into anything, skinny jeans and fitted tops while you struggle to keep track of your blue faded jeans I can live without carbs, and I don’t even miss it a bit as you feast over a fries, a pasta and a big chunk of meat
I’m not skinny, I’m not thin I’m just fit and lean and the best part of it, is I can wear your oversized shirt as you tuck me into bed, my face burrowed feeling your heartbeat that’s not even yet, ‘cos I’d wake up in the middle of my sleep with you tracing every bit of my curve and shape
I’m not skinny, I’m not thin I’m just fit and lean
