Poetry

Oh, just as winds will carry on -
for years and centuries,
mere words cannot describe my love.
They pass with every breeze.

The winds still make it futile
as words pass by above –
but if I could grab hold of one,
I’d grab the word called ‘love’.

Words may describe a landscape -
some animals or birds,
but never is your picture worth
a mere one thousand words.

Oh, it would take a million words,
and then a billion more -
but have you time to listen as
I stand here at your door?

For every time your doorbell rings,
you yell, “Please stay away!”
but I have yet to even knock.
I’ve found no words to say...

Your doorbell keeps on ringing though
by yet another guy -
who runs on off to other doors -
and other doorbells try.

It seems I've stood forever –
but I will never quit -
in hopes that privately your door
will open up a bit.

Mere words don't mean so very much.
Our love was meant to be -
so I’ll keep standing at your door,
until you notice me.

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And then, by chance, your door should crack
and open up a bit -
I'd show you to your porch swing and
encourage you to sit.

Should sound not find my wordless lips
I'd take my nervous arm -
and put it 'round your shoulders with
a meek romantic charm.

Mere thoughts would run throughout my head -
for possibly a mile -
but then I'd hold your hand a bit -
as we sat there awhile.

My passion and my energy
could not hold back the bliss -
so then I'd lean right over and
I'd give your cheek a kiss.

I'd hold you close there in my arms
emotions on the move -
and there I'd stay committed as
my fervent love would prove.

The sun would set, but there we'd sit
in one prolonged embrace -
as words would still be meaningless
when I look in your face.

Oh, guys would still come knockin' -
recite their newest line -
but love cannot be broken now -
as you're forever mine.

And girls, also, just like words,
lack all their meaning too.
For I have packaged all my love -
and give it all to you.

~gander Copyright 2013