What You Do For Me

[fathom]

Mere words can no longer describe how I feel for you.
Each day it gets harder to convey what you do for me.
In all the recesses of my being and world, I search,
For a way to ensure you know how I do, love you so much.

I can sit for hours breathing you in,
Thinking of a way to reveal what:
My heart unconditionally pounds for,
My mind reasons as forever everlasting,
My body desire with lustful unbridled passion,
My spirit draws on as boundless and free flowing, and
My soul binds together to endure what I must to be complete?
Yet I cannot imagine how to express that which you do for me?

I can sleep all night dreaming of you,
Your seen beauty so vivid I can reach out, and touch,
Your touch so real I tremble in my sleep from the feel,
Your feelings felt and passed causing audible gasps to escape, and
Your voice oh so clear it awakens me from slumber, and yet,
How can I find the words to describe all that you do for me?

Professionally gifted in search I can question the world for thought,
Billions of pages full of love, life, and guidance at my fingertips, and yet
My question is unfathomable as the oceans depths,
Inexhaustible as the warmth from the sun, and
Boundless as the expansion of space.
Where do I begin to search for words that can explain such immense love for you?

What am I to do? I am lost for the words, my love.

I have nothing to give to you, nothing I can say, nothing to inspire,
Nothing to share, nothing for you to cling to.
So experienced in the power of "words" your man, partner, and friend yet I cannot begin,
To tell you what you do for me.
So please, please forgive me my love,
All I was, brought me to here to love only you,
All I am, keeps me here loving only you, and
My only wish... all that I can be, will somehow, someday grant you access,
Inside of me to understand what I can no longer say with mere words.... what you do for me.

For now all I can offer you sweetheart...
All my love, for all your life.

[Tone]

I wish your poems weren't mini-novels. >:[

I'm not tryin to offend you, but just too long for me to read all of them you posted. Forgive me ; ;

[whaywardj]

This short enough for ya, Tone?

We can call it story of longing.
Of longing unfulfilled.
Of seconds passing onto minutes through generations
A memory that becomes sign
For which we go on striving.
Forgetting names of those we've sacrificed
(There's more where they came from!)
Yes, but what's the price
I pay for searching
Like there is no end?
Like everything I see is a blink
A thought crossing my mind
While I seek an answer
To a question I once asked?
It had something to do with what I'm all about.
I can't recall it all.
I can't recall too much just now.
But I was hungry
To go on looking
'Til I forgot for all the looking was for
And stepping back to look for something more
Realized the further back I went
The more I had to go on searching
Just like there IS no end.
Just like everything I see IS a blink.
A thought crossing my mind while I seek
An answer.

[fathom]

I wish your poems weren't mini-novels. >:[

I'm not tryin to offend you, but just too long for me to read all of them you posted. Forgive me ; ;

No offense taken, and nothing to forgive. They touched 1 person... that's enough.

[Only-virgins]

Those are some nice poems.

[whaywardj]

Thx, OV.

(10)

[Tone]

I'm going to read them all after I finish my work!

[RSK]

No offense taken, and nothing to forgive. They touched 1 person... that's enough.

make it two!

[rglove]

Wonderfully romantic, bravo!!!