Note: This is the first poem I ever wrote and it was inspired by the woman I love as has been every other work I have done. I love you Erin.
For My Love
Wordsworth wrote of daffodils
While Kilmer wrote of trees..
And Poe wrote of his Annabel
He lost into the seas
Their lives were touched, inspired and moved,
By beauties pure and real.
Their writings stand a legacy,
So others too may feel
The joy that filled their very souls
And caused their hearts to soar
On days when lifeís cruel drudgeries
Could make a rich soul poor.
Thou envy once did settle in
While reading words so fair,
To think of those so blessed by God
With passions ever rare.
My life while full was missing still
The love of someone kind.
That sweet unselfish special love,
One always hopes to find.
But Godís blessed me as He did they,
That wrote of beauties past.
With you who fills my heart with joy
And brings it peace at last.
For oft when skies are damp and cold
And seem the darkest blue,
I simply seek a quiet place,
And dream sweet thoughts of you.