GRACE

 

When I saw her

I fell in love with Grace

Though her reputation

Was as a straight lace

But I didn’t see that

At all in her face

I went and asked “Would

You dance with me Grace”

She said she would

“But nothing fast paced”

So I placed my hand

On the curve of her waist
And pulled her towards me

And though she was chaste

She didn’t pull away

Or repell my haste

So I danced the next dance

With the beautiful Grace

And the one after that

With a smile on my face

We left the dance floor

With fingers interlaced

On the day I placed my hand

On the curve of her waist
Was the day I fell in love

And my life was Graced

DECENT PROPOSAL

 

The traditional way

Is now rather passé

And may have had its day

But I will ask thee

While on bended knee

If thou wilt marry me

BECAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE

 

Because my love for you is true

There is nothing I won’t do for you

Except for this one small thing

Which is that I won’t do nothing

I SHOULD HAVE TRIED MUCH HARDER

 

I should have tried much harder

Looking back upon that day

I should have fought for you

I should have tried every way

You were the very best of me

Around you my heart lightend

In your presence I walked on air

Around you my spirits brightened

I lost myself in my own conceit

I was consumed by self obsession

I stopped seeing you as precious

And treated you like my possession

 

I should have tried much harder

On that day so very long ago

I should have fought for you

Instead I ran away and let you go

MY LOVE IS FOREVER

 

My love is forever

For even if we part

You will never

Completely leave my heart

I WALK ON EGGS

 

I walk on eggs

To protect the fragile peace

I try to be invisible

As I dread your displeasure so

But even in the midst

Of such an uneasy peace

I fear your rejection

For being invisible is still better

Than not being there at all

A BOOK ON THE SHELF

 

A book on the shelf

Passed by, passed over

Rejected by browsers

Ignored by casual trade

Over looked by readers of discernment

Often handled but never understood

A book on the shelf

Unwanted and unappreciated

Unloved and forlorn waits patiently

For that one special wordsmith

Who will see the small tome

Among the vast bibliotheca

And admire the cover,

The quality of the fabric

Its exquisite binding

He will handle the book

Feel its weight and worth in one carress

And will appreciate its quality.

When he turns the pages

He will engage with the contents

Understanding its language

Each perfect word on each pristine page

This will be a story of such worth

When the wordsmith finds

This book on the shelf