Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Futility of Ink


How does one write a perfect poem of love?
Is just to state the obvious enough?
Or must I in all fairness ask some questions first?
Darling, what makes you hunger most, or thirst?
What do you notice at quick glance, is it my lips, my eyes?
Is your concern what lies between my ribs…or just my thighs?
Is it words or touching, love; that moves you to the core?
If I should die tonight, tell me, which one would you miss more?
For I think above anything I should like to write
The very perfect love poem, but I never get it quite…

Yet I would like to try to know the man behind your eyes
What you think when you’re alone; what spawns those sighs?
And what is it you ache for that you think you cannot tell?
What makes you feel like I just do not know you very well?
To write a perfect love poem, must I really know?
Or shall I simply close my eyes and let the ocean flow?
Ah, words are futile syllables with which to pen
This Thing which thrills, fulfills and torments men
To write a perfect love poem, darling, I cannot do
But oh, it is a perfect storm, and I love you

J~

4 comments:

  1. Its a perfect love poem.

    I wish I could get the answers to those questions from someone ;)

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  2. Hi, BH,

    Yes...so many things easier said than done, all to build what...patience and character??:)

    I hope you find the one intended for you:) We all long for someone to share our heart with, don't we?

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  3. You're Welcome...

    When I get impatient with things in my life this is my verse I try to keep in my heart...

    Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.

    Ps.27:14

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