To Me From You, Part III: Nature’s Envy

no wonder that the sunset envies you

your hair and lips transcend its orange and pink

your eyes more gorgeous than the ocean’s blue

skin softer than the fur upon the mink

your profile leaves in want the mountain range

your genius higher than the redwood grows

your gait more graceful than the seasons change

voice gentler than the dew upon the rose

your freckles far more gold than honey wheat

smile brighter than the light after the  storm

your taste surpasses any nectar’s sweet

your love more fit than fire to keep me warm

no other woman since our world began

surpasses Mother Nature as you can

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To Me From You, Part II: My Favorite Machine

I am an engineer at heart, have been since I was small,

and nothing’s changed, it’s still the same, although I’m now quite tall.

I love to look within and see the way contraptions work,

to poke inside the mechanism, where its secrets lurk.

So I love learning all the parts inside that make you You.

I love to tighten properly your every bolt and screw.

I love your brainy gears that turned and made you fall for me,

all working in a way I trust, but never need to see.

All engines need to be maintained, or else they’ll fall apart.

I love to oil the valves and muscle tissues of your heart.

I love to groom my instrument and shine it up each day,

and brush the copper coils of hair your fine machine displays .

When I dismantle engine parts, I rebuild afterward.

It’s just a handy thing that I can do, ’cause I’m a nerd.

I wouldn’t want to tear your heart up. I’ll leave it intact,

the one machine whose parts I can’t replace once they have cracked.

I vow to keep you whole and give respect that you deserve,

to make sure that your love for me is something I preserve.

I’m sometimes asked which great machine I love to work on best,

which kind of  thing I’d give attention to more than the rest.

You are the best contraption one like me could ever want,

with gorgeous innards, outtards, perfect backside, top, and front.

No apparatus on this Earth intrigues me like you can,

my favorite implement to study since my world began,

for nothing’s like designing my own love affair with you,

 a work-in-progress, which, upon my death, shall not be through.

To Me From You, Part I

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Husband: I would write you a beautiful love poem like the ones you write me.

But I’m no good at it. It would be weird…uh…fiddle-dee-dee.

So anyway you’re a lot better at it than I am and it would be great,

if you did it. I’m sure you could write something that would really blow you away. So, I can’t wait.

Me: Well, my brilliant, darling man…I know that you do all you can

to make me happy everyday. So if you’ll kindly clear the way,

I’ll write myself a lyric rhyme that’s fit to stand the test of time,

just like you would want me to. It shall be called

To Me From You

( ahem…)

You are the perfect combination, all I want and more.

Your life and mind just fascinate me. It’s you I adore.

The first time that I met you, I hungered to imbibe

your every last detail and then upon your heart inscribe

my name for all of time, to take up residence right there.

I had to, for you’ve since possessed my only source of air.

I longed to pledge my love. It was so strong, I couldn’t wait.

I told you by the time we’d gotten through our second date.

One more day and I would ask for you to be my wife.

You’re the only person with whom I could spend my life.

Now that I have tasted of a love as sweet as yours,

I know a woman’s love can be enough to bring on wars.

Helen has got nothing and could not compare to you.

To have you here, there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do.

I’ll do what’s required so you’ll live life by my side.

Before you, all the times I’d said, ‘I love you,’ I had lied.

In my ignorance, I thought I knew what passed for love.

Then I met you, and your heart would fit mine like a glove.

After just three days, I wasn’t sure that you’d agree.

But I still got down upon my sincere, bended knee.

You said yes, and ever since, my life’s been filled with joy.

Together, you and I compose the consummate alloy!

Nine years later and my love for you is still as strong.

Thanks for sharing life wrapped in my arms, where you belong.

–The End–

Me: Oh, honey! That is sooo sweet. I love you!

*picture courtesy of Olessya on pixabay.com

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