To the man she loves,
The man she says I'll never be.
The man who's focus is abolished
The moment she strolls in.
...
In thinking one late, starry night,
Drowning in thought when most are buried in dreams,
A knife ran through my chest, an urge to hear your voice.
And so I called you and I said,
...
Make no mistake, that though he loved them all
And always took his good fortune in stride
(Fortune coming thick or thin, short or tall) ,
One shone a bright eye through high or low tide.
...
While you were away
I wrote you a poem,
To persuade you to come back to stay.
You came back, within my reach,
...
He only writes when he's in Love,
And the cigarette burns too close,
Only when the broken nose has bled dry
And the swollen eyes are opened
...
The Swans came out today.
My bread pulled them near.
They're not so majestic up close.
...
Summer was never so warm
As the snowy night we laid
By the heart of the fire
Downstairs.
...
A call I received
Said you were out drinking.
And making yourself open
To a book, closed before.
...
Then tell me,
Of a mother’s love.
That unconditional, undying, unselfish love.
Tell me of how she forgives,
...
Toast
To the man she loves,
The man she says I'll never be.
The man who's focus is abolished
The moment she strolls in.
To the woman I love
And the man for which she longs,
That loves her unconditionally
Unquestioningly, uncontrollably.
To the man she loves
The man I strive to be.
That kills himself over her,
Every day,
And makes himself her pawn.
In every way.
To win her love,
To keep her.
To the man she loves,
The man I want to be,
Because as it falls
She fails to see
The man she loves
Is me.
You remind us a lot of another poet from another site...his name is Jerry Golden