Not As Much As I Love You

A Poem by Mary C Lawson

Romantic Poem

It was the first time,
And wanted to be the last.
You are not that perfect,
Though you are in the midst of my eye.

That genuine smile,
Your rosy cheeks,
Your lips that I wanted to kiss with,
Made me stiffened all the time.

We are sitting on a blanket.
Under the little lights in the dusked chandelier.
Flaxen flares through beyond cities sparkle,
Those little pixels dazzle.

What a beutiful view, indeed.
Along with the Ferris Wheel, ereceted.
Glimmering lights entrail.
Like a star fallen and hailed.

Didn't I say yet that you are perfect with your dress?
That it defeat all your imperfections,
And Im impressed,
That you are so flawless.

Apologizing in being dowdy.
I select such modification unperfectly.
But you must descripted better,
I am so blessed that you are sitting with me tonight.

Cold breeze slashes our faces.
But I endured all the way as your warm were stronger.
The conncetion of our hands that I wanted to disconnect never,
Love runs through our fingers.

Do you still remember the first day we have met?
It is the same way,
The same setting,
Same feeling.

Her hair shines as strand of celestial brass,
Swaying at the cold night,
Combed by gentle wind,
Glimmering in moonlight.

From all stars above,
From the fractioned moon beyond.
I promise, and I remember I promised,
I take care of you, that wouldn't be missed.

That green orbs,
Wouldn't be infested by tears again.
It would shimmer in anticipation
And I am here to take the action.

Darling, from every women I've ever met and seen,
I never doubted.
I never assumed you will fool me;
And by the promise you've been said.

If a person would only live once,
I want to be with you.
You are my life, my darling.
No one could separate us.

All I am wishing now.
All I need and praying for,
Is long life for the both of us.
That i could touch and cherish you forever.

Everytime our lips touch.
Oh, that very soft cushions.
The sweet scent, addicting.
Now I am longing and craving.

Only if I could hold you right now.
If only I could touch ypur warm hands,warmth my body as cold breeze stabs me,
I would gamble everything.

Darling,
Darling,
Darling,
I think life is not fair at all.

I close my eyes,
I can still hear your precious voice.
Even thoughour paths left unfinished.
Perhaps I should now stand, shouldn't I?

Death couldn't separate us darling.
As one of my promise, this is my action.
Wait for me and we'll be together again.
Darling, wait for me and our love could resume again.

I am now old, yes.
I am weakened by years.
Despite that all implications, I am excited;
And also anticipated.

No words could utter how much I miss you. How much I am longing to touch you.
For your pretty face,
And to embrace you hard as forever.

Everyday:
In my wrinkled humped ears,
By wind, reminiscing your perfect pitches,
Singing how much you love me.

But that doesn't evaluate all.
I am always ready.
If you tell me you love me,
But not as much as I love you.