quiet moments and loudness

I just bowed my head
in reverence
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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