Wrote Thee a Love Poem
Seeking with words a route thou love to sway
Pondered over every word there enclosed
Yet felt didn’t quite say what wanted to say
Fearful my thoughts of thee would be opposed
Lacked courage needed to read thee the verse
Coward would drop it at thou door and run
Mailing it to thee would be even worse
To burn the poem would mean we are done
Soundly struggled for simple solution
One where desire to read it you persist
But I won’t be seeking absolution
For now we can lovingly coexist
In a bottle with cork of perfect fit
Was the love poem taken to the sea
Cuddled at the beach we anxiously sit
Asking this be the day its comes to thee
