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.
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.
Counting the seconds before the rain,
morning fog has fogged my brain.
The hour early but work is waiting,
I have to go there’s no debating.
My love slumbers while I think.
Her morning poem is on the brink.
Minutes pass without a word.
But not to write would be absurd.
I see her sleeping in my mind.
A more equal love I’ll never find.
Nightly visions I wish to keep,
I dream of her when I’m asleep.
Another hour just slipped past,
she’ll soon awake so I’ll write fast.
Though nothing deep in her poem today,
fortunately words aren’t love anyway.
A busy day has just begun;
I got up late, no time for fun.
So it’s off to work in a flash,
I’d rather not but I need the cash.
The time is near when time’s my own.
I’m not too old but surely grown.
Retirement’s to be my second chance.
I’ll write all day and enjoy romance.
I’ll still get up early, I like the dawn.
I’ll take out the dog to pee on the lawn.
The sun will rise and words will flow.
There’ll be no rushing, I’ve nowhere to go.
But that time’s a few weeks away,
my feelings then I cannot say.
But I’m thinking I’ll yell YIPPY!
Then go home for a life of serendipity.
I try to write a love poem most every day.
I try to find the words that are difficult to say.
My heart’s full of joy, beats louder when she’s near.
My brain’s full of mush but the feeling’s clear.
We hug and kiss every chance we get.
Our love was noted when first we met.
A better matched pair there can never be.
Our futures now welcome and inspired are we.
The chance of a lifetime’s now in view.
One in a million’s actually two.
Electrons collide and sparks ignite.
Eyes opened and saw the light.
A simple click and fate set.
A better outcome I wouldn’t bet.
Energy surged and positives charge.
Gambling ends when winning’s large.
I’ve got nine lives or just wasn’t ready.
I was closing a window, the rain was steady.
Then a big boom and a flash of white light,
I was struck by lightning last Friday night.
My lights went out but my heart didn’t quit.
The tree nearby suffered the hit.
I owe my life to my old friend.
I survived but it may be their end.
It’s bark blew off in a long straight line.
My hand was tingling but I won’t whine.
I turned ghostly white, let out a scream.
My life now charged and I’m living a dream.
Dreams end when not we wake.
Dreams end when failure we take.
Life’s an adventure every day.
Good or bad we’re here to stay.
Our paths may wind, climb or fall.
With an open mind we experience all.
Eyes perceive and our hearts feel.
The truth can hurt but always real.
Lies deceive and time does tell.
Actions decide our place in hell.
Greatness comes when we stand above.
And dreams live-on when we rise to love.
The house is quiet and the pets at ease.
The yard awaits, says “mow me please”.
But I’ve things to think and words to rhyme,
because love comes first all of the time.
The grass can wait and those dishes too.
There’s much to do and hours so few.
So busy I’ll be in La-La land,
love in my heart and pencil in hand.
I’ll pen her poetry of love, joy and bliss,
recalling how quick was our one millionth kiss.
I’ll wax poetic and melt in her arms,
though her hotness not needed, just her charms.
I’ll say “I love you” in every possible way.
And I’ll say it often every single day,
but words meaningless when actions speak.
So I’ll finish this poem and start my week.
The clock’s ticking, our time is near.
My heart beats louder, soon she’ll be here.
Hugs await and we’ll chat of our day.
Work’s done now time’s our way.
Gentle kisses between laughter we share.
Loving eyes show each other we care.
The sun will set, to paradise we’ll go.
Entwined we doze beneath the stars aglow.