POETRY: IN MY TINY CORNER OF THE WORLD

To love...
     ...is to discover the quality of one person
   and to relate to their feelings...
     ...troubles
     ...obstacles
     ...emotions
   and happiness that they uphold.

To love...
     ...is to find true friendship...
     ...before
   and during the loving relationship.

To love...
     ...is to make up after arguments,
  and to attempt to make any negative
  aspect a positive one.
  Remembering nothing is perfect,
  but anything you hope to be near perfect, can be.

To love...
     ...is to ignore what one...
     ...can be
    or could be, but to love who they really are.

To love...
     ...is to trust with no boundaries,
    and to always know, and not assume, if one has done wrong
  With trust comes forgiveness
  Always knowing everyone makes mistakes, will prevent little pitfalls
 from taking over the true love between two people.

To love...
     ...is to make a commitment in the future,
   that will last a lifetime.

To love...
     ...is to care
        ...nurture
        ...trust
        ...forgive
        ...tend to
        ...be thoughtful
        ...cherish
        ...idolize
        ...adore
        ...admire
        ...look up to
        ...be charmed
        ...be gentle
        ...be generous
        ...be kind
        ...be considerate
     ...and to become one

To love is to "complete" one another


2

Lost love letters
lost to the rolling blue sea
   of early morning seashells
   of late evening driftwood
whenever waves roll high upon sand dunes
or bring forth new sand at low tides recession,

whenever the sea rolls...
    I think I love you.

Your memories echo in the seashells-
you love splashes back at me
on the rolling whitecaps
all day long
while at sea
and disappear each night
as the white foam washes
back out to sea.

Or just at home, on a shelf,
one seashell echoes-
I love you
a thousand echoes roll
I love you.

I?m a long way from the sea now,
will you listen for me-
while they wash in
and wash back out again?
...the seashells roll.


3

How can I possibly describe you?
My words may only clutter your appearance.
Your Hair.
Your Eyes.
Your Lips.
Your Cheeks.
Describing these merely physical attributes do not deserve my
harsh and crude words.  For my most elegant words are made
simple and inept when I try to verbally elucidate your beauty.
I can only fall into your eyes and feel such ecstasy.
Your Intellect.
Your Common Sense.
Your Generosity.
Your Reality.
These territories of your soul provide the greatest expedition a
human can embark on.  The reward is life-changing and your life
finds itself to be a great reward.
How well do I know thee?
As well as I commit my life to know thee.



4

In my tiny corner of the world
Where only you and I exist
Where my garden blooms just for you
There the orchards resemble our trust
The roses our contradicting love
I tender it just for you
I watch it bloom through you
Watch it blossom as our affections grow
And await the day when we will be one
When we can sit under a flowery shade 
Enjoying a sweet embrace 
And sharing a kiss in bliss...