Annabelle Jane Poet Free verse

Number 100

My Darling,
My Love,
My Everything,
This is Number One Hundred. 
I told you that I’d reach it, and I have.
This will be a long one,
But I hope it says everything it needs to,
I hope ink lands quicker than tears.

This whole century of writing is for you,
You own every penny in this poetic pound,
So at this literary boiling point,
I want you to know

That a century is just the start; I’ll write for you for millennia to come.
That a pound is small change; I want to make you rich.
That Hell, high water, hot water, can do their worst; this love will endure.

This is the truth that all can see,
But only you will ever know,
Will ever truly know,
The eternal honesty I write about.

And these numbers:

126
1071
8
25
17
100

Only mean anything to you and I and us alone.
Love in numerical exclusivity.
Let me count the ways…

You may be one man, but one is all that this one needs,
Or maybe even just a half, as long as you have half of me.

So know that this is a milestone,
A reminder of what’s yet to come,
A promise for longevity,
A poem for you to read and believe,
A poem for you.

Number One Hundred.
You have my heart, and
I love you.

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Connie Marcum Wong August 16, 2018 at 2:19 PM This poem shares your passions so beautifully Annabelle! : )

Jesse Rowe August 16, 2018 at 1:29 PM This poem seems intimately personal and I feel somewhat embarrassed for having read it. Not because it is an bad poem (it is superb), but almost like I've overheard whispered words between lovers which were not meant for my ears.