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Michael Marro Dec 2019
There once was a time when wooing women with carefully crafted words was a grand purpose. Significant sentiment, conveying desperate desire and intimate intent, were the staples of the ardent young man. His only recourse was to face the object of his affection, and, with tremulous tone and generous gesture, convey the earnestness of his cause from his heart to hers.
These matters of love should perfectly pierce her heart with incisive inflection and amorous articulation. Instead, our mobile, modulated, mute-able media turns awry this enterprise of great moment and dulls its course.
I now live in an age of digital despair where ghostly static and fast-food conversation are the new calamity of so-longed life. How much easier to bare the pangs of despised love when confronted by its whips and scorns, rather that face the eternal imagination of empty airwaves.
The "art" of ghosting took me by surprise. Whatever happened to simply acknowledging the effort with a polite, but definitive "no, thank you" ?
Michael Marro Dec 2019
It's been 30 years since I've had to think about these things.
A long time between lovers, infatuations, and flings.
While the players are new, their roles have stayed true.
(Yet I find myself lost; don't remember this cost!)
As I relearn the rules of woo.
First bit I wrote as I began my new life. Funny how how much is the same and how much more has changed!
Michael Marro Dec 2019
My mind seems to wander in this limbo,
          Shifting between hope and bitter despair.
I search for you smile, Love, beauty a'glow,
          Without your light, my world is dark sans care.
What can I do to help you see the truth,
          Our lives so bare apart, are full when near.
We both are touched by choices in our youth,
          I long for the sweet day I call you Dear.
Let me relieve this deep desire we share,
          Each need, each want, together we complete.
To you my soul, my heart, my words lay bare,
          I hope you come to me with intent sweet.
And so I wait alone, my arms empty,
          Until the day, my Love, you come to me.
All I can say is that I tried!
Michael Marro Dec 2019
Why do I love thee? How do you so amaze
          a broken man and make him feel whole?
You quell the hunger inside; feed my ravenous soul.
I love the magnificent calm that sweeps through my life in your sway;
           the inspiring grace bestowed as your countenance bends my
                                    way.  
I love the charming smile that warms my world;
           the heartening glance that sets my heart a'whirl.
I love the enrapturing eyes that signal my salvation;
           the luscious lips I so long to finally kiss.
I love the lingering warmth of an embrace I constantly miss;
           the entirety of you brings a peace of completion.
Why do I love thee? I love the sum of you,
           heart + spirit + thoughts + strength + body + courage
You are the spark that sets my desire ablaze.
The conversation idea was inspired by several poets who tried to "answer" the greats. I wish she could have heard it. This is my response to E.B.B.'s Sonnet 43
Michael Marro Dec 2019
Waking wide-eyed, eyes a'glow
Before the dawn break nigh
A restless slumber - anticipation
Another Yule arrives

Father's love, the warmth of hearth
Curls 'round their heads a'new
Impatient joy and laughter fills the air
As youthful hope comes true

Magic time, this Christmas holds
Words crafted just for them
'Tis strange what peace this precious moment brings
My heart whispers Amen

Pride and Joy - My children dear
Each day you bring my world
Grand dreams and happiness, I wish for you
Move through life, sails unfurled.
Got the idea to try a Christmas poem from Emily Dickinson's XLV [Before the Ice is in the Pools]. A gift to my Pride and Joy, Jack and Emma.

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