An Ode to You

A poem I wrote to my sweetheart of eight months, nearly a month before I had the guts to tell her she meant something to me.

The boundless bounty of beauty, I see

Planted in irises green as the wood,

Or rose red lips, my heart’s skeleton key

(Though be it a trifle in loverhood),

Yonder in you, though as trees flitter by

And shadows engulf such decoration,

Fondness, a challenge great to quantify

Persists, no cause for its expiration;

It is the comfort, cajoling, in truth,

Issuing from your amity soothing;

The recline I can take, sans any sleuth,

Whence my devotion has burgeoned, blooming.

If its mighty sprout you ever returned,

All my pursuits should be henceforth adjourned.