Why Do I Love You, Poem-hon?

 

Sometimes Poem does not want to be

only the lover, but the loved!

PAD Challenge 24: 

For today's prompt, write a question poem. 

Sway Michael Bublé

(for my poem-hon)😊 

Why do I love you, 

Poem, so?

Your sweep and surging

Ebb and flow

Fills nooks and crooks

And crannies of

Life’s lackluster layouts

With love

While the world seems

To fall apart

You stay the course

And cheer the heart

You are courageous

And uncouth

And not afraid to

Tell the truth

Yet when you do

You are not cruel

Or treat the student

Like a fool

But with the woo of

Lilt and rhyme

You tune the truant

To the crime

You test and tame

And teach and tease

And vex and calm

With melodies

Drawn from a fresco

Flushed with stars

Or siphoned from

Dusk-brumal bars

You train me how

To dance or fight

To fly, to fall

To read and write

You make me brave

When I am not

Dare me to dredge

The grave of thought

Or surf the turquoise

Wave of dreams

To take me where

Brigadoon gleams

Like ancient castles

In the sun

You are my prince

Dear Poem-hon

You are a leaf

A silhouette

Of Grief and Wonder's

Pirouette

You twist fear's fist

 To figure-eights

As ink and sigh

Amalgamates

You are a candle

On a sill

A flicker on

Wicks of 'Until' 

Why do I love you,

Poem-hon

Your empathy

Second to none

You lend an

Understanding tear

Your page

A patient, listening ear

You spill and thrill

And fill time’s toll

With treasures chiseled

From the soul

© Janet Martin