This poem was written by the Great Bard William Shakespeare. It best describes How I feel about the Love of My Life Kat. This one is for you Kat. I want to grow old with you.
Sonnet Number 2
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
I Love You Kat. Cyde
Couched in velvet dreams
Covered by iron smiles
with eyes so soft
like babies breath.
lips like candy,
tongues like a whip.
take the hand of coiled redemption
and look not to the face that cuts you.
By Cyde.
Love so Pure like clear azure skies
Hearts so wise to see past the lies
Skin so soft to feel the life
A Woman so special to be my Wife
Hands so gentle to soothe my fears
Lips so sweet to drink my tears
With these Gentle attributes I love Her thus,
To make our lives feel special to Us.
By Cyde
In the darkness of being I knew one thing.
Mother.
In the warm rich fluid I swam a sea of dreams.
And who was my guide?
Mother.
As I was birthed, scared and cold, I sought one thing.
Mother.
In her comforting arms I nestled looking up into the eyes of
Mother.
Secure and warm, I was nurtured and cared for by
Mother.
As my mind grew, so did my Love for
Mother.
I remember the healing hands that soothed away pains.
Mother's.
I remember the one who urged me on.
Mother.
I look back at who gave themselves to me selflessly.
Mother.
And now that I am a little older I look back at my
Mother
and I realize how much she means to me now that I am far from
Mother.
and I can only hope that i make her proud to be my
Mother.
By Cyde