When I don’t feel great, I get up too late.
And the sun’s now high in the sky.
The day’s now begun, but with hours less fun.
And I’m finding not much to say.
With coffee and torch, I head for the porch,
awaiting that first smoke of the day.
The music’s down low, the words start to flow.
And time’s now starting to fly.
I raise my head, thankfully not dead.
No need to question why.
With love all around, my two feet on the ground,
I see there’s no better way.
It’s been a few days without a love poem writ.
The pencil’s working but I’ve run out of wit.
The words will come, but I know not from where.
I could try to force it, but I don’t dare.
Autumns felt and change underway,
adjustments are made every day.
But know one thing; my love won’t wane,
for you’re now infused with my body, soul and brain.
Each other’s person is half a pair,
each moment’s doubled when two’s to share.
Work’s divided and troubles half,
one will smile, and both will laugh.
Feelings felt always in sync,
every blink’s seen as a wink.
When each is first there’s no last.
With only tomorrows there’s no past.
When one is lo, the other ve,
when one’s hi, both are free.
Two hands held the future’s bright.
And all that’s left is to be alright.