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