Words
I try to write the words that won't appear,
The words that speak the truth of all my heart.
I wish I were a brilliant man and smart
With artful words, a worthy sonneteer.
I'd let you know how absolutely dear
You are to me, how Cupid threw a dart
That skewered me, and how I'd fall apart
Without you, Beav, although I think it's clear.
But any effort can't but utterly fail,
No matter how articulate the try.
The truest, deepest words would paint a pale
Picture of love unrecognizable to the eye.
In all these lines I try to put to words
A love for which there are no adequate words.
Since God Is Love
Since God is love, I pray to God
That He would be between
You and me, Harold and Maud,
Forever, and in every scene.
!
I love Love LOVE YOU,
Valentine!
I'm always thinking of you!
I love Love LOVE YOU!
I thank the God above you
Because you're mine!
I love Love LOVE YOU,
Valentine!
Everyday Valentine
You're mine on Monday. You're mine on Tuesday.
On Wednesday and Thursday you're mine.
You're mine on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
You're my everyday Valentine.
You're mine on Christmas. You're mine on Easter.
On Earth Day and the Fourth of July you're mine.
You make every day a day of Thanksgiving.
I'm your everyday Valentine.
I Love Your
I love your *****
I love your belly.
I love your ****
No matter how smelly.
I love your eyes.
I love your smile.
I love your 4
Foot 5 inch style.
Sweet Petite
My pretty, neat, and sweet petite
Appears in every prayer I pray.
Of all beneath God's mercy seat,
My pretty, neat, and sweet petite
Completes my prayers and makes complete
Valentine's Day and every day.
My pretty, neat, and sweet petite
Appears in every prayer I pray.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
Her castor sack
makes ****** juice.
Her ****** back-
side, chocolate mousse.
A warm embrace
with an eager ******
gave me a case
of ****** fever.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 6:30 AM UTC
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all;
But, like the Ghost at Pentecost,
True love stays when it comes to call.
Of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
For _us_ the saddest words are _not:_
What might have been has been _a lot!_
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
I love and hate to see her when she cries:
It breaks my heart like a pane of stained glass.
But having washed the windows of her eyes,
I better see her soul's amazing grace.
And seeing _me_ through wet-washed window panes,
She better sees my faithful love for _her._
So all her tears (that fall like summer rains)
Reveal us heart and soul and make us sure.
Thanks be to God for tender-hearted tears
That speak a deeper truth than truthful words.
Though truthful words are health to hearing ears,
Tears speak the truth that yokes us, two lovebirds.
Thanks be to God for truth that's so conveyed.
She's fearfully and wonderfully made.
Mar 25, 2024
Mar 25, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
My favorite gifts were all from Christ the Lord:
The midnight Scrabble game where U and I
Were side by side and face to face and high
On Christmas Spirit, cherishing the Word;
That great game of Oahu that I won;
That great game of Oahu that I lost;
The time I spent pretending to be Frost
Seeking a rime and landing on a pun;
The yummy apple pie perfectly baked,
Second to ̶M̶a̶r̶t̶h̶a̶ ̶S̶t̶e̶w̶a̶r̶t̶'̶s̶ none, and made with TLC;
The morning coffee brought to me at 3
P.M. by her who kissed me as I waked.
My favorite gifts have everything to do
With, Bethany Elvira Vitters, _you!_
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 3:20 PM UTC
It's Friday night, and we're snug in a bed
With bedding that's very thready.
The weekend is ours, but I think of work
On Monday, and I miss you already.
Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 4:56 PM UTC
From out of the depths
of a sea of tea and soup
comes a gaseous gurgling
glugging of bubbles
gluggulous enough
to sink a ship of ****
as though Leviathan lived
in my sweetheart's belly,
passing monster gas.
Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 4:27 PM UTC
There once was a gal named Alvina
Who lived in a shoe in Regina.
She wanted some tea
That was straight from the tree,
So she shoveled a tunnel to China.
Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 4:22 PM UTC
At Volta Lake
we've left the stench
of human love
on breeze and bench
(me and my sweet
sour saucy *****
where faces up
the mountain man
who's natively
American,
and not, in fact,
an Indian.
Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 12:24 AM UTC
I love you
more than the moon flower
loves the brightest
super moon.
I love you
more than the June bug
loves the longest
day in June.
I love you
more than the bluebird
loves the bluest
afternoon.
I love you, rack to crack,
to the moon and back.
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 2:43 PM UTC