My life. My love
My life. My love
Responding to Maureen & Zondrae's comments on Marty's poem, here is another very early one I wrote before I knew anything about metre etc. & yes I still bring my missus a cuppa every morning, except some Sundays when I try to have a 'lie in'.
My life. My love
The morning light breaks into our bedroom.
And I know you won’t be wakening to soon.
Seeing you lying there, so lovely and peaceful.
Perusing your sleeping body, oh! so beautiful.
I gently kiss you on the shoulder, I love you so much.
Running my hand down your arm, it’s so soft to touch.
Fingers now reaching your face so warm and wonderful.
Thinking of last night, you’re loving, so remarkable.
Feeling so soft, your hair running over my finger.
Your fast asleep, I’m thinking I can’t linger.
So I slide off the bed, not making a peep.
I love you so much; I leave you to your beauty sleep.
Walking to the kitchen, my drowsiness starting to abate.
Opening the cupboard, I grab a cup and plate.
I make some toast; spread marmalade for you to see.
Boil the kettle and pour your favorite cup of tea.
Placing all on a tray, I return to our room where you lay.
You’re still fast asleep, dreaming of somewhere far away.
The tray’s on the bedside, on your cheek I give a kiss.
You slowly open you’re eyes, softly saying, “What’s this”
“Nothing special my love”, the one I love so dear.
I am so happy it’s just you and me that are here.
I say, “I love you, this day and for the rest of our life”.
All this time, all these years, you my darling wife.
David J Delaney
02/04/2007
My life. My love
The morning light breaks into our bedroom.
And I know you won’t be wakening to soon.
Seeing you lying there, so lovely and peaceful.
Perusing your sleeping body, oh! so beautiful.
I gently kiss you on the shoulder, I love you so much.
Running my hand down your arm, it’s so soft to touch.
Fingers now reaching your face so warm and wonderful.
Thinking of last night, you’re loving, so remarkable.
Feeling so soft, your hair running over my finger.
Your fast asleep, I’m thinking I can’t linger.
So I slide off the bed, not making a peep.
I love you so much; I leave you to your beauty sleep.
Walking to the kitchen, my drowsiness starting to abate.
Opening the cupboard, I grab a cup and plate.
I make some toast; spread marmalade for you to see.
Boil the kettle and pour your favorite cup of tea.
Placing all on a tray, I return to our room where you lay.
You’re still fast asleep, dreaming of somewhere far away.
The tray’s on the bedside, on your cheek I give a kiss.
You slowly open you’re eyes, softly saying, “What’s this”
“Nothing special my love”, the one I love so dear.
I am so happy it’s just you and me that are here.
I say, “I love you, this day and for the rest of our life”.
All this time, all these years, you my darling wife.
David J Delaney
02/04/2007
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Re: My life. My love
Geez how come all you blokes are so romantic? Are they bottling the stuff these days?
Zondrae's hubbys comment about her being competent rates alongside the one I once got from my ex when he rated me independent - no hang on that was' too bloody independent', and it didn't sound like a compliment when he said it.
Maybe it was - perhaps that's men speak - never was much good at deciphering that.
Nice poem Dave and sure your Missis feels very blessed to have you there beside her..lucky girl.
Cheers
Maureen
Zondrae's hubbys comment about her being competent rates alongside the one I once got from my ex when he rated me independent - no hang on that was' too bloody independent', and it didn't sound like a compliment when he said it.
Maybe it was - perhaps that's men speak - never was much good at deciphering that.
Nice poem Dave and sure your Missis feels very blessed to have you there beside her..lucky girl.
Cheers
Maureen
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Re: My life. My love
Aah you big sops. Food the way to a man's heart; poetry the way to a woman's! Got a nice soppy friend for Maureen and me Dave? (Not to share you understand Maureen - that would be two friends please Dave!)
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Re: My life. My love
Oh Marty, not nice, not nice. And I thought you were a nice young man!
Re: My life. My love
Sorry Dave, we kinda stole your thread. I'm sure you will forgive Marty though 'cause he has given up smokin' and isn't himself today.
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Re: My life. My love
G'day Marty (boy)
they say giving up smoking is easy. Most smokers have done it three or four times before the final one. It took my son four goes. Once cold turkey lasted three days. Once with help from over the counter gum, lasted two weeks. Then went to Doctor for pills, lasted about three months. But now he is seeing a girl who is a non smoker.. gave up cold turkey about 12 months ago. Lets hope theat both are very long term,
I just discovered (by a slip of the fingers) that if you miss the t in Marty you get Mary.
they say giving up smoking is easy. Most smokers have done it three or four times before the final one. It took my son four goes. Once cold turkey lasted three days. Once with help from over the counter gum, lasted two weeks. Then went to Doctor for pills, lasted about three months. But now he is seeing a girl who is a non smoker.. gave up cold turkey about 12 months ago. Lets hope theat both are very long term,
I just discovered (by a slip of the fingers) that if you miss the t in Marty you get Mary.
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Re: My life. My love
You will be better for it Marty (giving smoking up that is)