I want to sing of my love for you.
I want to write of it
and read of it.
I want to eat and breathe
and sleep of it.
I love the right and wrong of it
and long to sing the song of it--
for you.
I love you.
I want the hills to ring with it.
I want the bells to peal with it.
I want the wind to hum,
the bees to buzz,
and everything that Nature loves
to burst
from the fervor of my love for you.
I love you.
My knobby fingers shake with it,
my lungs and stomach ache with it.
My body has to live with this,
so visceral's my need for you.
I need you.
I need to shout of you,
I need to sing of you,
I need to exorcise this thing for you--
the need, the want, the love--
with and for and of--
you.
I love you.
Let me tell you.
Let me say it in the way that I know how:
to write it, to live it, to breathe it,
in notes and sound and deed.
Let my adulation barrel forth
and wander free.
I love you.

08/21/2009

Author's Note: jmb

Posted on 08/24/2009
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