Oh my darling, I love you so.
You are my everything and cure my woe.
I feel strong when you stand beside me.
And your wisdom helps me clearly see.
My love for you blooms like a flower.
It grips me with ever growing power.
I cannot escape it. I am your slave.
Though others may think I rant and rave,
For the first time ever my path is clear.
My purpose is to hold and protect you my dear.
To the world you will be my wife.
But to me, you are my life.
I’ve got a girl,
Who makes my heart unfurl,
My emotions, she makes twirl,
This very special girl.
She’s cute as a kitten,
So sexy it can’t be written,
I’d find it very fitting,
If next to me she were sitting.
She is spicy as cinnamon butter,
She doesn’t fill her mind with useless clutter,
She is always good to me,
And who I am she tries to see.
I want to explore her mind,
And see all there is to find.
We seem to fit like a hand and glove.
So this is what some call love.
I can always count on you.
To me you have always been true.
Your warmth always soothes my pain,
And you ease my mind of strain.
On cold nights I know you’re there.
And so I will always care.
You never fail to interest me,
With all your spectrum that I see.
In winter you are steamy and hot,
And you occupy my waking thought.
In summer you sooth me with coolness.
Always sweet and and without bitter cruelness.
You will always be the one for me.
No other drink is as good as tea.
I’d have taken her place in Hell if I needed too.
I’d have chased any career she wanted me to pursue.
I loved her more than anyone or anything.
That’s why it was so hard to learn that for her it was a fling.
I don’t blame her for moving on.
She deserved better than me.
But it was terrible when she had gone.
And I was me instead of we.
Though I fight back resentment,
I’m glad she found contentment.
I’m glad she found a husband with wealth,
And has had a child with good health.
I know I wasn’t the best I could be,
But the love I had for her was true.
She would never have had to doubt my loyalty,
And I’d have worked hard for her too.
So I pray her life would be like a dream,
And that happiness would continue to gleam.
That her family would be blessed,
And that good fortune would be their common guest.
If I’d known I’d never love like that again,
I would have fought and begged her not to go.
But true love is something you can’t pin.
And sometimes they have to be allowed to grow.