Poetically Pathetic
Stop making me write poems.
I mean it
Pretty please
I’ve written so many already I’m down here on my knees.
Stop making me write poems.
I hate them
I really do
Yet whenever you’re around all these words spill out for you.
Stop making me write poems.
Act rudely
Be a jerk
I’m wasting all my hours trying to make this rhyme scheme work.
Stop making me write poems.
You won’t read
Or ever see
My feelings look so lame in print the only one who’ll see is me.
Stop making me write poems.
It’s a waste
Since anyway
You already know I love you and I’ve got nothing left to say.
You
Your love is the breath in my lungs
in
out.
in.
You are the beat of my heart
The rhythm of my soul
The melody
to
my
song.
You shine like the sun
All the stars in the universe
Shine in your eyes
like
a
galaxy.
There is no life without you
No heartbeat
No harmony
no
drawn
breath.
My love is all-consuming
Devouring my very soul
Until there is nothing left
nothing
but
you.
Greek love
For anyone confused by the concept of love this valentine’s day
I suggest a Grecian approach,
they broke it down,
6 words.
Most people I have meet start the relationship at Eros,
Even the Greeks thought this was a frighting way to start,
I prefer Philia first, I need to know you, to know your soul,
To have walked in the woods with you a while,
Only then will Eros show up in me,
Sorry, if that’s not how you do things.
To me;
Eros is an extension of Ludus
Agape is a must, or otherwise we just won’t work.
Philautia, the healthy version only please;
with enough for me to borrow, some days I lack this.
However, when pragma inevitably shows up, please stay with me,
I’m sure we can bring Ludus back again.
And just incase you need any help on what these words mean
look it up;
https://www.yesmagazine.org/health-happiness/2013/12/28/the-ancient-greeks-6-words-for-love-and-why-knowing-them-can-change-your-life/
When newly Wedded
As I began to start my day,
I gazed on a fantastic sight.
Moving as ever a sunrise
or even stars displayed at night.
My chosen, my sweet, my husband,
was sleeping still, lying enwrapped.
His face was gentle and placid,
his shoulders bare, arms overlapped.
A well of loving emotion
was struck in me as I paused then.
So quietly, I continued,
moving on without waking him.
