For a Muse to Express so much

You drive the wheel that moves my machine.

You make the days less lonely when I am weak.

You put passion in the hues of pastoral scenes.

You forgive my frivolities, and hear the call.

You steal madness away when I am gulled.

You are my everything, my all.

 

You, you are pretty in your pink,

And forgive the measures of the weaker link.

When I am drunk you take a drink.

Even if I'm a wallflower at the ball,

That's okay, you do not stall.

You are my everything, my all.

 

Your words steal the black edges of things;

And you transfix me when you sing.

You move me with poetry written at the brink.

You take time for children and homeless dogs.

You pick up my glasses and wash off the fog.

You are my everything, my all.

 

Yo ulack the paranoia I often find.

You make a metaphor of simple things, like time.

You are a goddess imbued with rhyme.

And I am lucky, for I am dull

And not the prince young girls dream of at all.

Still, you are my everything, my all.

 

You wrap yourself in your father's flag.

You never quit, or quibble, or sag.

You join me at the hip when I am glad.

It's true, I somteims wrongly lurch for walls

To imprison you, and never free you from my love.

But, simply, you are my everything, my all.

 

The best of me for a cup of herbal tea.  I demand

To watch you drink with your elegant hands.

We are lovers and best friends.

When I'm with you all past heartache dissolves,

And whne you're gone your letters expand on it all.

You are my everything, my all.

 

You are an alpha, yet you accept an opened door

And a paid check, and a swept floor.

You are an angel in the moors.

I am the ugly American who wrote this song.

I don't have money, or loving throngs,

But I have you, my everything, my all.

 

Your eyes are blue, or are they brown?

You live just on the outskirts of town.

And when I extoll on the vices of warring clowns

Or enter a plea for peace this fall,

You temper my fever with a gentle call.

You are my everything, my all.

 

My love,

My everything,

My all, in my uniform I salute you.

It's every moment for you, my beauty.

 

Thank you.

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Now that you've read my poem

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I love how you use your

I love how you use your words, so much imagery!

 

Your poem is heart-felt and I love it!


Matthew 7:14

The Narrow Gate