WIP Disclaimer: Ahem, the following poem is a Work In Progress. It is simple and unedited, just like me. It is likely to change before it ever, if it ever, sees (real) publication. There.
As the title of this post suggests, this one is for my wife, Brenda, but you are all welcome to read it too, I suppose. Honestly, I can't really stop you (since, ya know, it's now on display for the eleventy or so billion people on this here internet). Enjoy!
Everything
I Love her deeply but she doubts me,
challenges me.
If she could see into my heart,
she would never do so again.
If I could just show her my love
like a physical thing,
like an ocean swelling, raging,
full of emotion and madness;
If she could slip her face beyond its surface
to gain but a glimpse
of the unending depths,
she would forever trust me
having witnessed the extent
of all she means to me,
and sleep soundly at night,
knowing beyond doubt,
that she is my everything.
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