A Poem with Meaning
I think of
you
A heck of a
heck of
A lot of a
lot of
These rivers
of shivers
They make me
lobotomal
It’s
inexplicable
Just how
unstoppable
Your face
and its phrases
Scream in me
“Geronimo!”
Hoping and
coping
The dream
that’s impossible
Being with
you
Almost seems
diabolical
Writhing
through writing
A torch to
an icicle
I cycle an
eye full
Then bask
the insufferable.
Knowing the
flowing
It’s huge,
Hippopotamal,
No, you’re
not fat
You’re huge,
You’re
intolerable!
Hoping and
coping
Again, it’s
just cyclical
That face
and your smile
Make me go
arrhythmical.
Lyrical,
spiritual,
Let’s go
with miracle
Trust me,
you are.
And, yes,
God’s a criminal!
You’re smart
and you’re sexy
You’re kind
and original
Funny and
silly
And always
you fill me
With emotion
and feeling
It’s a
beautiful feeling
Because
you’re genuinely good
I think it’s
that simple, really.
That gentle
smile of yours
Makes every
part of me cuss
Not meanly,
of course,
It’s only
because
You’re
beautiful, well,
A man can’t
help but trust
That hue in
your eyes,
That tune in
your voice,
The way I
feel around you,
You see,
I’ve no choice…
This ocean,
these feelings,
What your
smile does!
You’re
beautiful in,
As beautiful
out,
And these
forces you spark
Make me need
to shout:
“I love
you!” “I love you”
Of this,
there’s no doubt
And I guess
in the end
That’s what
this poem’s about.
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