Just Another, Love

Allow me to enumerate
Your virtues this December:
You’re better than those other girls
Whose names I can’t remember

You’re better than all Hollywood
For you are far less fakey,
Although, like California, you
Can make my whole ground quakey

You’re smarter than you’re beautiful:
But somehow, yet, I’ve found
It’s also a true statement said
The other way around

You’re strong and unpredictable,
You’re tender and yet wise;
There is a morning in your voice
And sunset in your eyes

I know I write these poems oft,
It’s just another, love —
But there was no one then, or since,
I’d rather scribble of —

For you’re the sun, the moon, the stars,
The sunshine and the rain,
And I am sorry I forgot
To put trash out

Again

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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