Tuesday, March 01, 2005
A poem for my beautiful wife on her birthday
With every day that dies to the dead of night,
And every tick that tocks,
With every night that nods to new dawning day,
And every drum of my heart,
I love you more as time creeps me by.
With every dream I dream that dims from view,
And every vision I seek,
With every thought I think to form my words,
And every hope I scribe,
I love you more as time flies me by.
Time creeps? Time flies?
No, I care not which, so long as I love you more.
And every tick that tocks,
With every night that nods to new dawning day,
And every drum of my heart,
I love you more as time creeps me by.
With every dream I dream that dims from view,
And every vision I seek,
With every thought I think to form my words,
And every hope I scribe,
I love you more as time flies me by.
Time creeps? Time flies?
No, I care not which, so long as I love you more.
R.T. Lemur 1:36 PM