How Poem by seamus mullins

How do I love thee
Let me count
Wait can't do that
Been done

Shall I tell thee of my love
No, been done too

She walks in beauty like the night
Can't do that either

She is quiet
She moves with the grace of circling gulls
High above the water
Round and round the spikey masts

Her strides are purposeful
Yet filled with the grace of nature

She takes my mind and leads me where we need to go
Not with force but love

She sets a table for kings
I know not where
She finds the fare
But yet it's there

Evening gowns fit her
Yet she spends her days in levis
Cut short against the southern sun
With shirts knotted high under perfect breasts

Fingers and tongue trace lines from chest
To places she knows like her own
And the cares of the day
Are lost in pieces of seconds

She sees the world
Through blue eyes
That have been witness
To more than just the good of life

Yet they are tender and
Filled with hope and love

She is my polaris
My true north
She guides my journey
With truth, and honesty, and love

Most of all
With love