"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Monday, February 13, 2012

Love Sonnet for One - Poetry for my Wife




I could seek out a thousand blossoms, 
inhaling none like the aroma of your love.
Countless sunrises could fill my horizon and
not brighten my day more than your smile.
The moon jealously guards her sky, 
knowing your rising during the night 
would outshine her glow.
The air tingles with excitement on touching 
your cheek as you pass by.
Sound itself, hushes to take in the
melody of your voice.
Rainbows swirl with mere color while your
eyes captures them all.
Beauty is not a grand enough word to
fill the picture of you.
Such is your grace, 
where flowers bathed by the sunrise,
given rest by moonlight, 
pale in your company.
Where dreams and elements seem less 
than all you are.
I am a castaway on the shores of your heart.
No desire of rescue is found within me.
I find myself lost in your pleasant walkways
seeking more.


Jay Cookingham, September 18, 2002 © 

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