February 14, 2013
Since it is Valentine's Day, I thought I'd post a "love poem," a sonnet to be exact. I don't write many. I wrote this a while ago and did some rewrites on it today. I won't have a Valentine Love this year, and I haven't had one for a very long time. Guess I got use to the idea of never having a "special person" in m life. However, I do like to write for all the holidays whether they apply to me directly or not.
My
Hopeless Valentine
To
thee I write these mournful thoughts of love
These
words that bend and break ungracefully
Upon
a page of white, for you, my dove,
My
feelings I do bear, respectfully.
A
clever poet, yes, could move you more;
With
words of heavenly inspired rhyme,
Would
bleach your holy cheeks in tears galore
with
love for he who wrote those words sublime.
But
here, alas, no poem sweet I site,
No
words can voice the tenderness my heart
Does
hold for you my secret friend, my light.
No
sounds I make will spark your smile to start.
But
try I must within my clumsy way,
Confess
my awkward love for you this day.
rrw
2-13-11 (rewrite 02-13-13)
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