P L Ritz Poet Rhyme

My Whole Life

She labours hard all day.
I work all afternoon.
We try to meet halfway
Between the sun and moon.

She feeds me love's buffet
A feast ending too soon.
I feel I'm misty spray
And She's this years monsoon

But as a selfish  man
I hope that I go first
For I'm not sure I can
Live with sorrow's cloudburst

I'm a spoon, She's the knife.
My typhoon, My whole life

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Faraz Ajmal June 17, 2017 at 11:24 AM A very beautiful romantic poem, such a lucky lady she is to get someone who cares for her, and love her so much that he can t bare the thought of livijg without her, you ve expressed your feelings beautifully in this poem, a well written one however I m new on this site and would really appreciate if you could find time to read my poems and give your honest reviews about them

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 16, 2017 at 10:04 AM Aww ;) splendid pen and one lucky lady to be so poetically embraced! xomo P L Ritz March 16, 2017 at 10:06 PM Thank You! I'm the lucky one tho.