I just bowed my head
to the many moments
that I have had
burrowed deep inside you
and wordsmith that I pretend to be
I have no words
for your magnificence
and I damned well wish that I did,
because such words,
if they existed,
would make for one hell of a pome,
just like the sound of my tears,
as I miss you forever,
would make for one hell of a song.
July 19, 2010, for the Wifey.
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