February Fever #2
You have loved me through the worries.
You've stood by me through the pain.
I have found you there still waiting
When the world was bright again.
Now to you, my loving soulmate,
All my vows I would renew.
Are there any words so worthy
They can tell of love so true?
In the battle of the poets
Closeted within their dens,
Words their only ammunition
Shooting from their ink filled pens,
Seeking phrase, uniquely pretty
And an unused metaphor,
They have not the time to help me
Woo the one whom I adore.
Without muse or bard asistance
Am I equal to the game?
In trite words of deep devotion
Will the message be the same?
I can't say it grandiosely
As I show this love of mine.
The old hackneyed words must do then.
You're my one, true Valentine.
By Joyce
Revised for Deborah's contest. won 3rd place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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