![]() How Shall I Say It?A Chapter by ConstanceWhen I write of an emotion, surely it will never be Accurate enough for all who read to plainly see The true essence of a sentiment like love For any sweet lines written here shall never in totality Portray all of what that humble farmer means to me
I can say night's glittering stars each beam more brightly now That he has become my who,and my why, and my how... Yet those cliches don't say what I need to say at all That doesn't really tell you how it is that he makes me Believe the world is brimming with soft, tender poetry
I can say that his eyes can always penetrate my soul Leave me in an awe I'm beyond desperate to show Or mention how his arms have now become my Eden- Though these words can make him smile and bend They'll never render him aware of what I tuly feel for him
When I write that I feel I've met my hearts only destiny That other men have never made me quite certain as he That I am dearly loved, and beloved, and lovely I want to bare my loving soul, but nothing that I say Matches how I feel within the depths of me today
So I shall wait until I'm able to fall into his embrace And look into his softened eyes, and gently touch his face These blue eyes will whisper the words that I can't find These hands will speak for me, or in the least, they'll try To show him what is his: all of me, for all the rest of my life
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 24, 2008 Last Updated on July 18, 2008 Author![]() ConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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