When I think of where my life is going
And where my life has been
The most precious days in all my life
Have been spent with my Best Friend
If my time on earth were to end tonight
I’d die with one sure truth
If I had to do it all again
I’d do it all with you
© 2001, R. Erin Lenth
Life's cruel waves have battered much
Upon the heart of this poor wretch
Unsure of life and love and such
I wandered long a soul to fetch
Then it happened in a summer's day
I found new life in your small glance
A fleeting smile, so short to stay
Had stoked the fires of new romance
A burning blaze that no words convey
A whirlwind dance preceded then
To sweep us up and intertwine
Two hearts as one to beat and spin
Til my feet grow weary and eyes decline
Yet tonight I rest in heaven's view
Because tonight i rest with you
In all my life I never thought,
I’d find a love like yours;
A love that leaves me breathless,
That leaves me wanting more;
You are everything I ever wanted,
Your perfect in my eyes;
And the overwhelming love I feel,
Sure took me by surprise;
You’ve filled the hole inside my heart,
With your unending love;
You’ve made my life complete,
Gave more than I ever dreamed of;
And I want you to know you’re everything,
In this life you’ve given me;
And I’m happier now than I ever was,
Or ever thought I would be.
May hap I'm not beautiful, I'll never be a queen;
Or maybe I'm not famous, but still my words are seen;
Maybe my life seems boring, with not a lot to show;
My hands are always busy, and I'm running to and fro;
Yet my life is rich indeed, because my children love me so.
If my life was a ladder,
It wouldnt have many rungs.
If my life was a language,
It wouldnt be spoken by many toungs.
If my life was a book,
Its pages would be blank.
If my life was a boat,
It would have long been sank.
If my life were a sunrise,
A cloud would cover it up.
If my life were coffee,
I would be served an empty cup.
I have what I love though,
My friends,family,and wife.
Yup,thats all I need,
In....My life.
... Long moments of silence
As I watch them sleep
In Life there are times of blissful relief
From memories of life past
That we thought were UNKIND,
PaInFuL and WilD
How wrong ourselves we find
In the eyes of our soulmate
And child...
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Made the poem for my daughter's birth circa 2004. Lost the copy, remembered only these
last few lines. It's actually long and I hope someday to find that piece of paper where I wrote
it.
I cannot thank you enough for the suffering you have bestowed upon me,
for I would not undertake your indirect torture as I beg and plea.
For if you did find love, lust and comfort with another,
my faithfulness for you can't be matched by any other.
The mental anguish you've caused me in my darkest hour during war or peace,
there is no comparison on this life that I lease.
My feelings for you are so treasured,
in an amount that cannot be measured.
I choose to hate you for what you've decided,
yet love all that we've learned from each other hearts divided.
Simple factors of life taken for granted,
my existence for now I wish was supplanted.
The soul I thought I could once trust,
my feelings for her have turn to dust.
This person who was the light of my life,
has deserted me to rot in strife.
My life mate I once called her,
now, not one word spoken will I be deterred.
She was my wife or so I thought,
but strung along I was, all for not.
Cannot be consoled or bargained with,
to me, her life now is just a myth.
The bane of my existence,
she will always give me resistance.
As if she was born to hate me for all time,
the life that we once had sublime.
Why must this woman be so insufferable?
I take the day's one after another,
even after a second attempt to end my life, my soul smothers.
Like I'm living a bad dream,
destined to mourn and scream.
T H E M I N D where your life is conceived by your I D
S P E A K S of the wonderful works you did but D I D
T H E V O I C E answer the many questions of life G O D
L I S T EN S to prayers, to laments to wishes so O D D
T H E H E A R T beats erratic after the soul loses its L O V E
C R I E S from sorrowful eyes teardrops fall : A B O V E
T H E P E N drips the words :the thoughts of the P O E T
W R I T E S a history a rhyme so everyone can K N O W IT
F O R E V E R : and always my heart entwined with L O V E
“ L E N O R E “
Dedicated to the POEM : Anamorato "
To the Muse and the Artist
Crafts Meshing Together
Dedicated to the co- Title Author
My Dearest Sharon Weimer
Author's Note :The last word in each line is the
First word of the next line