Sometimes I wonder when she says she loves me,
what I have done to deserve such a prize
I am not special, not someone so worthy
or smart as some others, at least in my eyes
Oh sure I can write about what I am feeling
in poetic form that will usually rhyme
Poems of love filled with sugary phrases
that tell her how happy I am she is mine
But there are so many who write words of wisdom
with thoughts stimulating in wonderful prose
Stanzas of life and the world all around us,
depth in their meanings, it certainly shows
Difficult subjects that touch us so deeply,
current events, many names in the news
Sadness and sorrow of friends and their passing,
realistic themes now expressing their views
While I write of fairies and peppermint kisses
in fantasy settings with sunflower dreams
Stardust and sunsets and magical places
with lily pads singing in clear mountain streams
What does she see in this heart of a dreamer,
who paints pretty pictures in whimsical weave
Writes everything with the happiest ending,
thinks in forever just past make believe
Sometimes I wonder when she says she loves me,
what I have done to deserve such a prize
But I’ll just keep writing and hope she keeps reading
while thanking the luckiest stars in my skies