Dear, Dear, Dear Ben Poem by Safina Leigh Tamerlaine

Dear, dear, dear boy.
Do you know how dear you are?
I’ll tell you, then, and I’ll speak plain –
I shan’t speak like this again –
So listen close to Tamerlaine:

You are as wildly dear to me
As the wind unto the sea
The sea, who sits eternally
With naught to break monotony
It is the wind which sets it free
And brings it scents of wild lands
The scent of mountain, scent of sand.

You are as wondrous dear to me
As the sun breaking upon the earth,
Who like a mother giving birth,
Looks down upon terrestrial girth
With gleaming joy, glitt’ring mirth
And brings behind that joyous gaze
A thousand golden, sunny days.

You are as sweetly dear to me
As to the butterfly the flower
The former’s life is but an hour
But in the bloom – Ambrosia’s power!
Ninety years becomes that hour
When from the bloom the creature sips,
And tastes the nectar ‘pon his lips.

You are as strangely dear to me
As the storm unto the tree
The one comes unexpectedly
And shakes the other violently
The forest turned into debris
But still the tree stands tall and long,
Taught by the storm to tower strong.

A thouand other metaphors
I would give thee, love, and more,
But now my pen is dry of ink
So these few must suffice, I think,
You dear, dear, dear boy.