Rachel Henley Poems
All My Woe
I ask of you something dear.
Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere.
Hold the one you love,
Closer now, and ever so near.
Tell them how you love them so,
How them breathing, makes up for all the woe.
For the one I truly loved,
Does not, even now, even know.
How me breathing without them,
Is the reason of all my woe.
Lack Of Emotion
Write me a poem my love,
Dedicate the words to me,
Look me in the eyes and recite it.
And I will give all my love to thee.
What do you request?
Shall I compare you to the night?
Or tell you of how you look your best.