A Special Kind Of Lady - Poem by John Knight
How much do i appreciate you - My Special Lady?
Let me count the ways the whys and the wherefores.
I love you for your mind which interacts with mine
On every known level of intellectuality
Sceintific - Spiritual - Sensitive - Serious & Superficial.
There is nothing under the Sun - that is outside
The expansive curiosity of our inquisitive minds.
Between us we could easily unravel
All the deepest mysteries of the Universe!
I love you for your poetry - posted daily on PH
Each one that you have penned is a perfect gem.
Each on of them - that I have read - has moved me!
I score them TEN but in my heart A THOUSAND!
I love you for your personality - which bubbles
Through your poems - making each line sparkle
Making each word - a capsule of enlightenment.
I love your comments on the poems of all the PH Family
They are always POISITIVE - you are an ENCOURAGER!
One of the greatest blessings of PH is its multiculturism.
There are members from the USA and Iraq and Cuba
From Isreal and Egypt and Tunisia and Morrocco
From England - Ireland - Scotland and Poetic Wales.
Central & South America - Australia & New Zealand and Canada.
It is good to interact with PH's from Scandinavia & Mother Russia!
India - The Caribbean - Central & Eastern Europe - Everywhere!
Whatever your nationality - it is subsumed in your Personality
Your Poetry - your Psyche - your Perceptions and your Pride.
I love you FREELY - for your zest for LIFE
I love you FULLY - for your generosity of HEART
I love you PURELY - for your constraint of SPIRIT
I love you CEREBRALLY - for your expansiveness of MIND
I love you DEEPLY - for your depth of PERSONALITY
I love you LITERALLY - for your power of POETRY
I love you LINGUISTICALLY - for your way with WORDS
I love you TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN - for your COMMUNICATION
I love you ETERNALLY - because you are uniquely YOU!
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