The Belated Proclamation! Poem by Geoff Warden

'Tis the day of your celebration,
wenst we all shalt sing yee praise,
stance among the thousandths,
I shalt voice the rant of my rave.
In embodiment of versed word,
I made promise to let you know,
the' truth of my feelings deep,
of the love we've come to show.
'Tis it the touch of your hands capture,
that hath wrapped itself with mine,
yet this be not the reason,
your love I still too define.
'Tis it the way you walk my side,
through darkest valley so deep,
though this be a side of love,
still not this love I so keep.
'Tis it the long stare of grace,
you surrender in my wrong,
though grace hath a moment,
a deeper love I hold on.
'Tis it the way yee share thy life,
thine emotions of rivers vast,
though yes this be part of love,
one shares this of last.
'Tis that very sacred moment,
I glance in pools of your eyes,
seeing me deep in reflection,
brings the weakness of thighs.
'Tis that directly placed kiss,
that touches my very core,
you wrap yourself around me,
inner twined our spirits sore.
So on this day, your day,
the lost proclaim is found,
so happy birthday my Love,
another year has abound.....