My breath is spent,
My words are few.
Lately I
Learn to love you.
It comes and goes;
I wish you'd stay.
When I've no more
Words to say.
Poems don't
Suffice, dear one.
The love still lingers
When I'm done,
And the ink is dry.
Come back to me.
Let your love linger,
Let this moment be
More than just
An interlude.
Let my love not vanish
With my mood.
Thirty poems
Offered here,
Filled with emotions,
Love and fear.
Will you take them?
Are they enough?
They're my way
To show you love.
Thirty poems;
'Tis my heart.
And all the moments
Fall apart,
Swept back up
In ink and pen,
Composed in love,
Reviewed, and then
Offered here.
But you-- you stay
Long after words
Wither away.
postscript
They weren't as good this year as last year. I blame sleep-deprivation. But here they are. And here's the last.