Words are not a poem

My words find themselves to be undeserving,
unworthy of being read by your eyes.
I lack words,
the world’s knowledge would not be enough
to describe the depth of feeling
I feel for you.

But I promise you,
my love I promise you,
one day I shall write something 
worthy of your eyes,
and when were old and sitting in our front porch
fifty, sixty years from now
and our grandchildren are running around
you will look at what we created,
look at me and realize 
that words don’t mean anything,
you will look around and realize
that this our story,
our poem,
written together.
A dynasty, surviving
eternal time,
and I will die in peace,
knowing I finally wrote
something worthy of your eyes.

Author's Note

Brutal honesty encouraged, accepted and loved.

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

beautiful reminds me of a song

[Between the grey]

Kind of to the point, I like the truthful words in this. Amazing write.

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry. I like the honest and direct words. To desire and to write a real poem for another person create passion and desire in a writer. No weakness in this poem. The flow and the story was outstanding.
Coyote