Daivd is a wonderful poet. This one still takes my breath away although he gave it to me in October.
Oh, if only I could pen the words that get trapped in my heart!
My Dear Amy,
The day I married you in June
I pledged my troth, and you pledged you.
And when we breathed the shy "I do,"
I signed a check; you signed it too.
I wrote my name as guarantor;
You as recipient.
Within that moment sacrosanct
I signed a check (the value blank)
Before the ink had scarcely dried
We two became one flesh.
I left the value blank that day
Not knowing how to estimate
The price of love, the revenue
That buys an "I love you."
Fifteen Junes have come since then
And even now I blush to pen
These faulty lines acknowledging
My ignorance of love.
For when we wed I only saw
The price of love: forsaking all.
How could I know that when I signed
You’d hang your Rembrandt on the wall
Not in a dark, secluded vault
To dim and to decay?
How could I know at dinner time
You’d always serve the vintage wine
To celebrate our daily bread
With dignity and hope?
I see clearly now. Like the ringing
Of a well-placed bell – bringing
Surprise first, then joy – your love
Resonates within my soul.
Lovingly, David
Oh, if only I could pen the words that get trapped in my heart!
My Dear Amy,
The day I married you in June
I pledged my troth, and you pledged you.
And when we breathed the shy "I do,"
I signed a check; you signed it too.
I wrote my name as guarantor;
You as recipient.
Within that moment sacrosanct
I signed a check (the value blank)
Before the ink had scarcely dried
We two became one flesh.
I left the value blank that day
Not knowing how to estimate
The price of love, the revenue
That buys an "I love you."
Fifteen Junes have come since then
And even now I blush to pen
These faulty lines acknowledging
My ignorance of love.
For when we wed I only saw
The price of love: forsaking all.
How could I know that when I signed
You’d hang your Rembrandt on the wall
Not in a dark, secluded vault
To dim and to decay?
How could I know at dinner time
You’d always serve the vintage wine
To celebrate our daily bread
With dignity and hope?
I see clearly now. Like the ringing
Of a well-placed bell – bringing
Surprise first, then joy – your love
Resonates within my soul.
Lovingly, David
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P.s. I left you a message at Pooky's place.
P.s.s Happy Valentine's Day my good friend. Lots and lots of love to you & the guys
His feet show it.
They're long fellows.
On the more serious side, befitting my position as elder sis, David's poem really is beautiful. I'm impressed.