Would he?* Probably not.
Maybe he can't find comparison to that which he adores.
Maybe he can't write a poem, maybe he can't find the words.
Maybe he can't explain that what entrances him.
But maybe he is more?
Maybe he finds beauty in itself, not comparison.
Maybe he finds that being there for her is better than saying it.
Maybe he listens to that voice, and cares for what she says.
Would he? No.
He would do more.

Writing isn't really my thing.

It never has been and I don't think it ever will be.

But god **** I could write a book about all the things I love about you.

It seems you've prepared a room in your heart for me
I guess I will stay awhile
I will unpack my things
There's a big window
Where I can watch the sunrise
and feel the light tickle my face in the morning
the same way your lips do

There's a room in your heart for me
I think I'd like to stay awhile
I'll put up posters of our favourite bands
and tape the pictures on the wall
hang postcards from you on a string with clothespins
Make a fort of every book we own
Don't forget your Bible.

There's a room in your heart for me.
It's beginning to feel like a home.

She smiles every time she see's me
She laughs when I dance
She claps when she's happy
My daughter the terrorist

She loves to watch her puppy sister run through the yard
She loves to practice standing up
She loves to look at pictures when I read her a book
My daughter the terrorist

Soon she'll smile doing what she loves
Soon she'll laugh with her friends as they joke
Soon she'll clap for the boys playing football
My daughter the terrorist

She'll love a boy
She'll love her job
She'll love to look at all the pictures we took
My daughter the terrorist

Every day she gets older
She grows like a ****
That terrifies me
*My daughter the terrorist

I love the yellow sun,
     the blue morning's sky,
          the countless colorful birds,
               quickly flying by.....

I love the radiating warmth,
     that kisses my smooth skin,
          tingles my tender heart,
               always makes me sing.....

I love the aqua ocean who's playful waves
     dance across the horizon,
          on brilliant sunny days......

I love the shadows that settle into night,
     that bring a cool quiet, as I gaze upon
          the starry. starlit night........

I love the silver moon,
     its smiling face afar
          which I could only wish to touch
                 assuring him,
                      I'm never very far......

I love the pouring rain,
     whether it be cool, or warm,
          for it feeds the heavenly flowers
               that line the greenest lawns......

Finally,
     all I can ever say,
          is that I love this world so true,
               for its beauty,
                    its life,
                         its inclusion,
                              of someone as sweet
                                    as You!!!!

Sway atop a lofty tree
I gaze upon the open sea
The north wind casts me from my mast
Into the Ocean, blue and vast
I Swim for miles, swim for days!
break a seahorse, learn his ways
He takes me to the blue abyss
and swaps for truth, what I held myth
The moon peers through the salty swells
it charms me more than I can tell
I leave behind me ebb and flow
Celestial bodies call me home
To great adventures, still unknown
Above, Beyond, Alone

I can't help but dream of you
and me, sitting, drinking cups of tea.
Talking, mildly discussing, of the color blue;
all its hues and its philosophy

Alone without the fussy world
distracting.  To Be, no fear, simple.
And in the crashing waves of endless Time
we could stop.