Why do I love you?
A million reasons, a million things.
More that what you could imagine.
Where do I even begin?

Is it your smile that lights up any room?
Your smile that eases whatever I'm going through.
A smile like no other.
A gift from God. A treasure, a wonder.

Could it be the sound of your voice?
The melody in your words?
It could be the sweetness in your whisper.
The one that melts my heart, makes me tender.

Perhaps, its the way you overlook my faults.
Maybe it's in the rhythm to your walk?
The pump in your strut?
Always focused, filled with guts.

Or is it the way you calm the storms within?
Or the way your touch feels without?
Is it the beauty from inside?
Or the shape, the curves on the outside?

Let's not even get into the food.
Every stir, every sprinkle.
Poetry in motion. Masterful.
Happiness, in every mouthful.

I could go on forever.
It's not one thing exactly or the other.
All I know is I will never tire;
Of reasons, why I love you.

In summertime, our love is kind, like poppies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it dances from my head to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is giddy — two people singing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is calm, a refuge from the dancing rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like yellow petals on the iris.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gold, shining bright like a harvest sunset.

From New Years's till Christmas our love will continue to play.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my love.

do you remember asking me for my number
making your mind wonder, like, who is this pretty girl
making you wait after class,
making you walk fast,
who knew this relationship would last 25 long years
My man!

I remember, you walking to see me in the snow,
just so you could get to know me.
I watched as you slip and fell down on the ground,
you looked around to make sure that no one saw you,
time flew! just as birds do, and your still,
My man!

I remember, you asked to marry me that day,
I said, “No way! Let’s wait a while.”
it wasn’t until we had our first child,
I knew that I was the girl for you.
right here is where we stand,
I'm your woman forever, and baby your still,
My man!

you,
the song i put on my tongue,
the poem i whispered to my pen,
the love i breathed in my heart...

These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong

i didnt have a bathing suit
and you didnt have a care..
the swallows chirped from above

we waded in the river
all over the
slimy algae-encased rocks
almost ensuring us stumbling every once in a while
breaking up the romantic moments.
we glided over the stones
with as much grace as newborn antelopes trying to balance their weight with gravity.
but it was alright
because i was with you and i didn’t care about anything else.

Rolling a Pall Mall in the courtyard,
of Ye Olde Swiss Cottage Tavern,
in the last of November's sun:

      Lovely sunlight,
      You are,
      Filling me warmly with joy.

Thinking of our desires,
from summer and autumn months,
up to this bright November morning,
we have happily danced,
e'en in the shadows.

Above me two brick turrets,
as I dreamily smoke,
nonchalantly state: 'Underground'.
High-raised logos winking at our play,
struck through with horizontal blue,
in a circle of enamel white.
'Old Fool,' the towers hiss,
directed at my mortal sensibilities,
'winter has come!'

But nothing buries us
as our sun still comfortingly kindles
a friendly star
which when all is dark,
glows inside,
guiding the shipwreck of my sunken years
- the debts and all those unpaid thrills!

Dreaming and Loving,
as children out,
lost in an abundant *****,
each holding off for as long as we dare,
lovers unmasked,
naked before suffocating paternity,
and cold winter's bite!
where to we hardly know,
to avoid its cruel embrace.

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...