Sonnettics

I love you more than poetry conveys
My love for you is so much more than words
I’ll show my love for you in many ways
Like galaxies of stars or flocks of birds!
(Hyperbole has nothing next to you)
If love was words, I’d write all day and night
And then I’d hold your books and read them too!
I’d marvel at the grace of black and white
But life is full of grays and rainbowed skies
And so I’ll take the time to feel the ways
My love for you is more than “love” implies
Like rainbows come and go, but sunlight stays
I know I want to give you all my heart
“I Love You” is a simple way to start.

2/14/2012

I never thought I’d find you, but I did
It wasn’t “in a kingdom by the sea.”
And yet I saw your beauty wasn’t hid
I can’t believe you stopped to look at me!
What’s “more than love?”  I wonder, is it real?
Do poets even know the human heart?
Who cares!  I only hope that you will feel
The meaning of these words that I  impart.
Dear Annabelle, you’re such a living doll
I want to be your friend, and maybe more
I’ll give you anything you want, at all
It’s not a bribe; it’s just that I adore
The thought of hearts together, yours and mine
I’d love it; will you be my Valentine?

I love your love; I hope I’ve made it clear
By giving you my love in simple verse
If every word released a joyous tear
I’d fill a lake in which love could immerse
My joy is more than teardrops on my cheeks
My love is more than love, if that can be
Each tear is simply something that bespeaks
The love of “us” is made from “you” and “me”
If making love is more than tears of joy
Then what I love is more than I can say
Although I say a lot, I’ll redeploy
My words before they go too far astray
I love your love like poetry loves rhyme
And more than poetry, your love’s sublime.

2/14/2012

I ran today as fast as I have run
At ARC, at Durkee, and at Tromptown too
I thought I heard another starting gun
And so I did what I was built to do!
But running’s just a third of what I race
On Monday I will swim and I will ride
On Tuesday I will brick; I love the pace
Triathlon is the will I feel inside
I’m heading down to Lubbock, late in June
To race again, just like I did last year
I’ll keep my legs in shape, my bike in tune
In Lubbock I will find a higher gear!
And when I run, the asphalt will be mine
I’ll be the first to cross the finish line!

I love your words; come whisper in my ear
I’ve never heard a poem more sublime
Than words you tell me; words I love to hear
Like sounds of meaning, filling borrowed time
I heard a little song, sung in your voice
The melody was rich with notes of love
I harmonized as best I could, by choice
But still I couldn’t match the words thereof
Of course I took it as a sign to write
Another little song that I could sing
Although I know I’ll never bring to light
The brilliance of your words, and all they bring
When you, yourself, come whisper them to me
But, I can whisper back in harmony

2/14/2012

I will my legs to move; I want to run
But damn, they move too slow to call it that
They’re healing still; I know they’re almost done
My nerves are still unsure of where they’re at
Whenever I decide to move them fast
I guess for now I’ll have to move them slow
At first they wouldn’t move at all; at last
They move the way I want my legs to go
And yet proprioceptors of my heart
Are deaf to how I feel;  I want to love
Like learning how to run, I’ll have to start
With baby-steps; it’s you I’m thinking of
I’ll take it slow, but baby, I will mend
My heart and how it loves; I need my friend.

I’m waiting for my daughter, like the Spring
When blossoms have replaced the winter snow
When birds return to treetops and they sing
I feel my daughter’s warmth, and then I know
She’ll soon be here; she’s waited long enough
I love the way she comforts me within
To be without her kisses, life is tough
I want to hold her hand, to feel her skin
She’ll put her hand in mine and let me squeeze
As softly as I can; I want to feel
Her breath upon my face as she says, “Please
Oh, daddy, let me stay with you, for real!”
The Spring will come; the sun will shine on me
And by its light, my daughter I will see.

I love your strength of body, mind, and soul
I hope you know my love for you is strong
My heart is yours; I give you full control
Although I know just where our hearts belong
Okay, “control” may not be what I meant
Although I meant your strength could take my heart
I know, my love, you’d never circumvent
My own free will; you’re not just strong; you’re smart!
I love the way you turn your strength to love
It’s strength of heart you have; I just forgot
To list it with the strengths I named above
That doesn’t mean you’re weak. Of course you’re not!
It only means my poetry is weak
When metaphors get heavy, so to speak.

2/14/2012

I love your beauty, not just what is seen
Although you look as pretty as a pearl
A pearl is only sand that comes between
An oyster and his shell, but you, my girl
You’re more than pretty sand, or even gems
Like sapphires, rubies, emeralds, diamonds too
To call them precious stones, my girl, condemns
The use of words like “precious,” but that’s you!
Your beauty is more precious than a stone
No color, cut, or clarity defines
The beauty of your heart; your heart alone
Surpasses all the riches found in mines
I love your beauty; I’m a wealthy man
You give me more than gold or silver can!

2/14/2012

I love the way you manifest your peace
Like rainbows show the end of vicious storms
And though your clouds have rain that they release
It’s by your rain that every flower forms
The peace of rainbows and of flowered fields
Display the colors of your peaceful heart
Where beauty’s peace abides and conflict yields
Where harmony and love take equal part
Your peace is balanced, like a restful day
I love to rest within your beauty’s peace
It brings the sound of words I love to say
Like poetry that makes my love increase
Come, manifest your peace within my heart
Storms have their end where rainbows have their start!

2/14/2012