Amidst A Field Poem by Nestor David Armas

Among my thoughts and woes,
I'm the only one
That knows,
From your silky hair,
To your pretty toes,
You are the most
Beautiful rose,
Amidst a field
Full of butterweeds,
I'm broken down on my knees,
But no one can hear my pleas,
Might as well be
Screaming overseas,
Like a ship lost
At the edge of the bay,
You like a lighthouse
Show me the way,
I await you in the morn
Like the first sunray,
Thank you for being you,
You make my day...