I Love You - (words show partly how
Before you, beheld beauty these eyes had
But measured now all beauty measures short:
Air you breathe bathes the globe, for which we're glad;
Your birth the earth made fresh and caring brought
And the grass you trod gently toddler grown
Is the grass that grows soft'ning footfalls all
In your land, my land, all lands where it's sown.
Though words of poems have changed spelling not soul
Through years, love's meaning has not, yet letters,
All words in all poems penned by me for you,
Once thought, once written have passed their betters -
All poets who behold you have too this view.
Before you, these eyes were not true poet's eyes;
That first kiss. Nay! that first sight changed words' size.
He adored the Lady, bright eyed, bright haired -
The Poet's Soul, ever in the starry air
Of midnight at her pillow he waited
And with a sweetness the moon stroked her hair
Luring the Poet to lean and kiss her eyes
Seeking her soul to win and join with his.
Silver are the Poet's words with dazzled sighs
He sends her as she sleeps in smiling bliss.
'Oh young Soul leave your flesh but for one night
And come with me to my land' the Poet said
'Our bed is lovely, soon bodies' delight.'
Kookaburras call, happiness we're fed
Smiling and laughing, with us beckoning
Bodies to join our chorus and dancing.
Never saw that silk stockings you did need
Though I need to see them eased on each day.
Across the seas I searched and found indeed
A Lady with legs as lovely as May
Which exceed description of poetic pen;
Even if awake then and there he'd wish sleep
As does the poet every time there and then
Not worried words can't tell of beauty deep.
There lives more life in one of yours my dear
Than watching, dreaming, touching could best prove
But if I could see silk stocking so sheer
Removed each day then I would prove my love.
Never saw that silk stockings you need wear
Though taking them off would be fun to share.
These two of me, soft breeze and strong north wind
Have reached your far haven for quite awhile.
The first my hopes the other quests of mind,
Both with easy and hard parts no denial.
Most are of the former for pleasure feasts
As poetry I post or fly July
But being alone looms the worst of all beasts
Made less by knowing your love will not die.
My quest is to unite two shores with heart,
Mine and yours so distance doesn't some harm mount,
The hardest task of a lover's blest art.
Grand rewards there will be at the lovers' fount.
The strong north wind blows stronger with rewards
Though nothing can becalm love's drive northwards.
Say that you treasure love till the last star
And I will measure such time's length with smiles.
Mention my boldness, my blush, brain won't bar
For I love my crush across ocean's miles.
You have set me on a mission of love
From which I'll never need falter you've said,
Making me a bigger man because you approve.
I boast of your beauty and bouncing bed
And when absent my spirit dotes on you.
Blame not me you are not the girl next door
And I've had to travel more miles to woo
Than most men in history - your hand's worth more.
Even when the last star goes out let's kiss;
Touch'll be delightful but your eyes I'll miss.
Against love, mainly distance reared cruel night
And lost light drained growth, love poems fostered well
With kisses and sweet talk in candlelight,
Word romance without daily touch and tell,
Deep heart felt, pretty phrases rare each day,
Made him king, for four years, more than mere man
Whose kingdom rose and crashed to his dismay
Though never outlawed her from his flawed land,
Flawed heart, flawed soul, hoping her heart, miles span could
But ten thousand miles is ten thousand miles.
Love's power over distance he understood
For love raised high his mind under her smiles.
He praised her love rather than cursed distance;
Love may well improve with poetry's romance.
Dear Lady dance new steps toward love's heart
More slide than slip, more sweet smiles than sad face.
Just start skipping child-like, child skilled but art,
Finish with eyes twinkling and then embrace.
Dear Lady the sweet little girl restart,
Don't lose that part of love witnessed I to tell,
End with the ending withering from the start,
Dear Lady you withered me so well, so well!
The spirit of love should have such fulness
Not lost through long distance, long face short shift.
I long for you, am long for you no guess
Only short after hard end game's rich gift.
Dear Lady dance new steps towards love's heart,
Together forever let's practice love's art.
Before we became lovers what were we,
Students sitting for our love art finals?
Practicals passed poorly, pen our last plea?
Paired up with poor partners or I struck walls,
If successes came, dreaming you drew them forth.
Good fortune for loving tomorrow now
As we watch each other from south and north
For love, all love, every email loved hour.
Let us possess one page of poetry
Daily making love, dwelling as one;
My eyes half buried in your breasts so to see
Your smile, your lips make love so I'm undone.
Heart from the south loves northern heart's heart beats;
Your heart my love stirs astonishing feats.
Oh four years the flowers of the garden bloomed
Like the stars when the moon sleeps not to upstage
Or thousands of butterflies, spring intuned -
Lovers floated on silver clouds - an age.
On the fifth the Pain of sweet love set in,
The sensitive plants felt sounds of despair;
Pain, love's companion plays a part like sin,
Unavoidable; the moon wakes up there,
The hot sun drives off all the butterflies,
The bright clouds must become black clouds of rain.
Overcome Pain we must, else some love dies.
For the said lovers long distance brings pain.
Love can be more cherished through Pain's presence
Or, dissolving love seems like common-sense.
Oh just a moment, one gleam from her eye
May I indulge in - calm eternity!
Of sparkling mystery, open to sigh,
No half glance, no half veiling thoughts from me
Oh the glory! finding meaning I sing
Needing my head on her soft lap, eyes up
Studying her heart, perfect voice singing,
Her lips, her bright eyes and her long hair up.
My eye with one moment envies my thought
Which sees her form soft sliding in her gown
That adorns her limbs - life and love not short.
The man envies all smiles that remove her frown,
Oh one moment, just one gleam from her eye
Would make me a whole man ready to die.
The Good Knight was riding in the green vale
Clad in mighty arms and shield of silver,
Upon great adventures he was to sail,
A Lady from danger to deliver;
He wished her worship and her grace to have,
She was pure and innocent as a lamb
And for her love so precious he did crave.
She'd every virtue yet dark evil came,
Deformed monsters he slew for his Lady.
She tendered his wounds and well rested him
But then he had to return home sadly
Though they made plans again union to win.
Now the Good Knight rides up and down the vale
Knowing where's there a will they'll never fail.
Oh my heart is like a blackbird singing
Whose nest in a blackberry bush is buried,
My heart is like an apple tree pleasing
Whose boughs bent with fruit bring boys in need,
Oh my heart is like a poem of passion
That tells of long love that lasts forever,
But my heart is gladder than these - each one
For you my love love me in all weather.
Give me a golden book of poetry
With poems from antiquity of love
To celebrate long term commitment's fee
Of long life, good health, smiles, kisses of love.
We'll dream dreams that together will come true
For we've forever to follow them through.
By David A. Doolan
© 2019 David A. Doolan
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