A bit of a different texture to the poetry today. It's been kind of a melancholy week, something I think a lot of guys experience around the holidays. I set out to write something upbeat and positive, but I couldn't get a good bead on that. I instead I just kind of let the poem go where it wanted. I am not sure how good it is. I wanted to use that first line as a hook throughout the poem, but I am not sure if all the couplets really flow smoothly, some read throughs are a bit stronger than others. That and it wasn't an easy poem to write, I could get sections of it really easy, others seemed like they needed a bit more forcing. Still I finished it and as its been such a hectic posting schedule this month, I thought I would leave it up. Enjoy the poem, and hope your holiday weekend is a good one.
How Many Ways Are There to Say It?
I love you.
So simple a thing to write,
Such a hard thing to say.
Each syllable such a fight,
Words that can't find thier way.
Yet still I love you.
With all the bounty in my heart.
Whether or not you're near,
It's tearing me apart,
The wishing that you were here.
How much can I love you?
Yet never say the words.
The fullness tempering the breach,
Though still my voice cannot be heard,
As my courage lays just out of reach.
Oh that I love you.
Or better yet if you felt it to.
Even if you but suspected,
Of what my heart could imbue,
If it wasn't so dejected.
Still I love you.
But you will never know,
All the ways I dream the dreams,
They are buried deep below,
Beneath the hurts my heart screams.
Sweetest heart, I love you.
If I were a braver man,
I'd rattle the sky and heavens above,
To tell the world how our love began,
A prayer I'd wish to be part of.
Oh God, how I love you.
Those lost moments when we embrace,
Or even that one lonly kiss,
It's shames me now in disgrace,
Of the oppertunities I miss.
But I love you.
How many ways are there to say it?
Without the truth coming out,
Why can't I just admit.
My heart is yours, devout.
That I say I love you.
An easy feat to most,
Yet my voice can't find the sound,
As so many lovers croon and boast,
For me the silence is profound.
I love you.
It's all I ever prayed to say,
To whisper in your ear,
Instead the price I chose to pay,
Are words you'll never hear.
End of Line.