Rebecca

Rebecca

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

She is this new babe crying little flower abloom on the hill Oh be for we both worth trying oh be for my life this thrill

"

My wife Rebecca, light of my life!



She is the bright sun shining

melting on us butter and cream

Oh be our two hearts entwining

oh be for my hope this dream

___________________________

She is such the new babe crying

little flower abloom on the hill

Oh be for we both worth trying

oh be for my life this thrill

__________________________

She is the love without compare

beauty like a new born spring

Oh be of our eye's sweet stare

oh be for my love everything



© 2018 Tate Morgan


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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
The air is sweeter, the night is cooler. Life springs forth anew. Such is my life since meeting Rebecca. I remember thinking to myself, what does she see in me? I am prone to times when I am depressed. I wondered till recently how Becky would react in those dark days. Thankfully she is a dream come true. She took my hand, calmed the seas of doubt and led me to the light!
"God grant me this one extravagance. May she and I dance to this tune till the end of time"!!

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Seems as if you could write a hundred books of your love for her, and it would only be the beginning.... Beautifully confessed and filled with that sense of sunshine summer days, even when when winter comes. You are blessed to have her in your life... and she is blessed to have you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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wonderful poem...glad you have found that ray of sunshine in your like my friend hugs

Posted 12 Years Ago


When you love a person more than you love self, when you love so much your heart leaps at the thought of a touch, it becomes more than a dream, it becomes reality .. and that needs protection from every source, every breath of every day.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very romantic story that describes all moods of thoughts, ambiance & love itself. I simply enjoyed reading it

Posted 12 Years Ago


Hmm I enjoyed it because it had an air of juvenile or newborn love, and then matured

Posted 12 Years Ago


Brother Tate
A beautiful conformation of dedication...love this love poem.
As it truly is a love poem, sans the usual sugar of romance, but serious in its message and therum.
I love the form..sleek as a ghazal...reminds me of Rumi in a way.
Fine work, Tate..I am glad I grabbed the moment to read it.


Posted 12 Years Ago


A real romantic addressal , a real gift you have given to your wife

Posted 12 Years Ago


Such love is a wonderful thing. May you two continue to live in the light!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Such a heartwarming piece, such lovely imagery and descriptions. She is as beautiful as you pen. Truly stunning and you two are so lucky to have each other to take and see in the dark and light.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is amazing Tate. Such a passion for her pour off the page letting the reader feel the feelings you feel for her. An outstanding poem with a perfect finishing stanza.
~LivingDeath

Posted 12 Years Ago


Favourite line:

She is the love without compare
beauty like a new born spring
Oh be of our eye's sweet stare
oh be for my love everything


Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on August 5, 2011
Last Updated on June 8, 2018
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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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