My Love For Her
My love for her is great, larger than anything I do know.
They say the universe is large, stretching on for billions
and billions of light years in all directions, but compared
to my love for her, it is like a small, still pool left
upon the coast after the receding of the tide.
The oceans and seas are large and vast as is my love for her, but
unlike the oceans and seas, my love for her does not ebb at
any point in time, instead continuing to grow as I spend
more time with her.
My love for her is strong, stouter than anything I do know.
Steel is said to be quite strong --strong enough to be used
in the construction of great structures--as is my love for
her, but unlike steel, my love for her doesn't erode over
time and shall not falter and fail in the end.
The diamond is said to be the strongest substance known to man,
able to cut or scratch any other substance; my love for her
may not be able to do things like scratch or cut other
things, but like diamonds, my love for her is very
precious and will last throughout all eternity, unaffected
by time, although unlike a diamond my love for her can not
be affected by great pressure, forced to change to suite
the urgings of the pressure where ever it may come from.
My love for her while great and strong is also soft and tender,
quite passionate and sincere.
There's not many things relevant or lucid to compare this to,
but I can elaborate on this by giving prime examples of my
passion and tenderness.
To her I've given my heart and soul, everything that makes me
me; she's got me completely wrapped around her finger,
and I'd do anything for her should she ask, and even should
she not, even die for her, for she deserves no less from me.
She's all I think about all the time, unable to concentrate on
anything else no matter its importance and unable to sleep
some nights for she's constantly on my mind; I stay up to
all hours of the night just thinking of her and writing
her poetry as am I now.
When we're together --or apart for that matter, just any time
I'm not doing so, I long to hold her in my arms, feel her
warmth radiating against me, have her hair brush against my
face as she turns to look into my eyes, feel her silky
smooth skin against mine as I hold her hand or as she
presses her cheek against my neck, to give and show her the
love she deserves and which befits her status as a Lady.
My love for her is many things, and to continue on I could not do
because I could not express as completely and fully to you
how much I do love her as I would like --this poem does not
begin to express to you how much I do love her.
06-24-99