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 AuthorConstanceA 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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