The Roots of Love (for Poetry Thursday)
I am lost without you~
deep down
I know this to be true.
~
Though I sometimes try
to deny
this gospel of my existence
you are necessary
as air to flame
as water to scorched earth
as breath to life.
~
Our lives grow together
deeply entwined
as the roots of our oldest tree.
~
While its branches may reach for the sun
toss in the wind
lay heavy with summer rain,
its true heart lies
deep down
entrenched, enmeshed
never to be moved.
The Poetry Thursday theme was "gumball poetry," so I offer a sweet love poem written for my husband on his last birthday. (I know, kind of corny. You can go ahead and say "awwww...":)
deep down
I know this to be true.
~
Though I sometimes try
to deny
this gospel of my existence
you are necessary
as air to flame
as water to scorched earth
as breath to life.
~
Our lives grow together
deeply entwined
as the roots of our oldest tree.
~
While its branches may reach for the sun
toss in the wind
lay heavy with summer rain,
its true heart lies
deep down
entrenched, enmeshed
never to be moved.
The Poetry Thursday theme was "gumball poetry," so I offer a sweet love poem written for my husband on his last birthday. (I know, kind of corny. You can go ahead and say "awwww...":)
posted by Becca at Thursday, January 04, 2007
5 Comments:
It's a gorgeous tribute to a long-time love. Just beautiful, Becca! Very sweet - and corny is good, in this case. xo
Ok, awwwww.
This is just beautiful. But as beautiful as it is for me to read it, I'm sure it must have been even more wonderful for your husband to see/hear the words from your heart to his. I'm sure he'll cherish it always.
While its branches may reach for the sun
toss in the wind
lay heavy with summer rain,
its true heart lies
deep down
entrenched, enmeshed
never to be moved.
this is such a moving and well written testament to love! i like how you recognize independence and stretching out from a solid deep rooted core..
thank you...
:)
Honestly, Becca, I thought as I was reading the poem that it must have been written by Anne Bradstreet (one of my favorite poets)....incredible, beautiful in both sentiment and "melody." :-)
Oh Becca, that can never be corny. He must have been beaming with love when he read that. Terrific!
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