Issue 10 · One poem
Fifty Times
Beauty counted past any modest limit.
To express to you your beauty, fifty times is not enough,
For such an imposing limitation, is making it very tough
To address all of the ways that I am enamored by your soul,
I am finding it hard to reach this vain and lofty goal.
So may these feeble words succeed where I have failed,
To attempt to capture the splendor of the perfect female.
“Only fifty times a day? No, this will never do!”
Fifty Times
For each time I see, your perfectly gorgeous face,
I try to catch my breath, as my heart begins to race.
Then you smile that smile at me, and melt my beating heart,
I become afraid to move, worried that I will fall apart.
Then you hold me in your arms, and hug me tight towards you,
Surrounded by your peace, I feel my strength renewed.
Then I look into your eyes, long and deep I gaze,
Overwhelmed by your beauty, I feel completely amazed
That I am lucky enough to be, here in this moment with you,
Feeling unworthy of this gift, not knowing what to do.
Every moment like perfection, all things created a new.
So contently I give in, lost into their deep blue.
Then I put my hands around your back, and pull you close to me.
I kiss you on your lips, in an effort to help you see,
I try and open up your mind, I try to help illuminate the scene,
For this is the best way for me, to express exactly what I mean.
Only fifty times a day? No, this will never do!
It is just not enough, to express how much I love you.