Another New Poem

Oh, the one that I do love,

your face has happiness like those of a child,

you are so young and bold, limitless and free,

But I has worries, mourning deaths of people I do not know,

just to findm they were nore cowardice than I,

as I cannot say those graceful words, they leave my tongue,

and everytime I try, I seem like a fool,

confused by all that is happening,

oh so fast, but with so many smiles,

and there soon may be too many miles

for me to travel on, those roads to get to you.

Oh, the one I do love,

the sun ignites your hair with a constant beauty,

a picture is not enough, you're beauty is not capturable,

only memory can come close, but my memory longs for you,

not for thoughs I have of you.

And, with those thoughs rushing through my head,

as I do try to lay in bed, it has all been said before,

but I make it seem so much more less than it is.

My words are not lies, they do not deceive,

they just hint at what I really want to say,

what I truly long for inside.

Oh, the one I do love,

please hold my hand, walk distances with me,

so much is unseen, we can hunt for the hidden,

whether it is good, or bad, we be side by side,

protecting each other, hands always together.

My Heart to you, naybe yours to me,

I shall take good care, never breaking your Heart,

never bruising it, or even cracking it,

I shall keep it together, through good or sad,

I Love You So, don't you know?

I shall leave it at that, and if you do understand,

I believe you will confront me, someday very soon.