The Sounds Of Love Poem by ben myles

A ringing in my left ear
often renders my morning
walk through the meadows
disappointing

the birds singing soon will
turn to the cry of a savage
beast, rushing waters into
the sounds of nails grinding
upon chalkboards.

why am I mocked through
my appreciation of all
natures beauty.
why does nature strike back
at my own infatuation with her
glory, and not at others
with such disregard

the sound comes and goes
as do my many thoughts
I will love you forever
Through anything and everything