The first day of life starts today.
If there’s a second I can’t say.
So today I’m gonna do my best,
I’ll eat some veggies and get my rest.
I’ll smile at every passerby.
I’ll say hello and wave goodbye.
I’ll give my love some extra kisses.
I’ll try my hardest to fulfill her wishes.
I’ll write a poem that brings folk’s joy.
I’ll use all the tricks magicians employ.
I’ll write something funny and something sweet.
I’ll go upstairs soon and tickle some feet.
I’ll nibble some toes and lick some knees.
I’ll massage some thighs if I please.
I’ll whisper “I love you” in waiting ears.
And hope this first day lasts for years.
Waves crash on rocky shores.
Hinges creak on old doors.
The wind howls through the night.
All’s quiet in the morning light.
Love is made as the day permits.
Problems rise to test our wits.
Empires fall; we’ve heard of Rome.
Solace’s found returning home.
Partnerships fail or can flourish.
Nothing’s achieved with just a wish.
Time moves forward and doesn’t wait.
But stuff doesn’t matter with the perfect mate.
Another blank page looks back at me.
Dreams now sleep and the sun’s to see.
My love slumbers a flight away.
When she rises I’ll start my day.
I long to see her glowing smile,
I smile back and stare awhile.
A kiss is next and our day’s begun,
our mornings together always fun.
We sip our coffee and chat a bit.
Work is looming but little’s writ.
Minds now settled and thought’s clear.
Then the page fills with love we share.
In sickness and in health,
a cherished bond is our wealth.
A matching pair is valued more;
interest builds for what’s in store.
We’ve dug our holes to see our green,
but a familiar face no better seen.
The payoff’s priceless growing old,
the love of two’s worth more than gold.
The first whiff of autumn’s in the air.
A moment new that we’ll all share.
The flowers wilting and sweaters out,
should be ready, there’s never a doubt.
But each day’s new is always the way.
Only yesterdays are here to stay.
The leaf cycles; green, gold to gone.
To the earth they all are drawn.
With time comes age for good and bad.
We all cycle forward, happy and sad.
And like the leaf we too shall fall.
Winter’s coming, but not for all.
I kiss her neck from behind.
She turns around to say I’m kind.
She puts her arms around my neck.
She lets me know we’re in check.
I kiss her lips, first soft then hard.
She pulls me closer, nothing’s barred.
We gaze into each other’s eyes.
The cloud we’re on high in the skies.
We touch back down feeling bliss,
We open our eyes and again we kiss.
We pull apart very slow.
Knowing soon again we’ll go.
I listen to the wind chime,
writing down a new rhyme,
like I do all the time.
But don’t dis me, it’s not a crime.
I’m thinking of my best friend,
the one I’ll love until the end.
She’s to cherish and defend,
her love of me I depend.
I pen a poem every day;
I say the words I cannot say.
Sometime blue and sometimes gay,
I write a lot but not for pay.
We talk a lot every night;
we laugh a lot and never fight.
We kiss a lot and know it’s right.
I stare at her in the morning light.
I get up early, no time to waste,
I need my morning coffee taste.
No need to hurry, no need for haste,
she’ll wake soon and I’ll be graced.
The hour near, I make the climb.
I’ll slip back in bed just like a mime.
Her eyes will open and my day’s sublime.
Then we’ll listen to the wind chime.