With no one to share, there is imprisonment of the soul... Being alone, I'd just as soon be buried, submerged in a hole. With no one who cares, there's an emptiness that cannot be equated... Being without your love, my guidance is predictably lost, unabated... With no tenderness, I'm as hard as the Earths' crust... Being unwanted, I'm valueless, like dust... With no compassion, there is no concept of hope... Not obtaining your trust, how can I possibly cope? Without you as my friend, the globe alters its course... Thus being secluded could not be any worse... With no fleshly contact it's nearly possible to visualize... Not being with you in that extraordinary way, I know you see the pain in my eyes... With someone to share the spirit is fulfilled... Being together, will saturate us with chills... With someone who cares, there's enrichment galore... Receiving your love, will make me long for so much more... Given tenderness, I'm like your pillow, full of comforting feathers... Receiving your approval, wil be the ultimate treasure... Given compassion, the future appears inspiring... Earning your trust, I will forever be trying... With you as my friend, we will become such as one... Being joined, we can & we will be loaded with fun... A supreme meeting of two souls filled with passion... Being with you in that remarkable way is something I forever dream and imagine...
Reason for writing:
Although I've never written poetry before, I've found that it is an incredibly effective way to express those feelings that people like myself, have difficulties articulating verbally. I wrote this poem to my beautiful wife, whom I have been unfortunately separated from for more than 3 months now. I was guilty of being a typical, ignorant, lazy (in emotional terms), taking things for granted type of husband. I have found that the feelings I feel for my wife have always been there, but could never bring myself to express them verbally or through my actions. I now take every opporunity available to tell her, and hopefully some day she'll let me show her. I only hope & pray it is not too late. This is hard for a woman to understand & accept when she has never heard or seen any of these things in 8 years of marriage before. This poem was designed to illustrate to her that I am of course lost without her, yet all the fears & anger that she has as a result of the past should be forgiven, but not forgotten. In addition, how really special to me she is to me & utterly how desperatey I want to have another chance. Compassion is the key to forgivness. The bottom line is marriages' do not work by themselves, they need daily maintenance from both parties, effort, and a little bit of luck in todays screwed up stressed out society. If anoyone has any tips on how to be the husband of the new millennium, I'm open for suggestions. I hope that someone enjoys this or can at least relate.
K. Hutchins
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