How can I not love her, a woman so sincere;
essence of her virtue perfumes the very air;
less about the way she looks, as the things she does,
loving and devoted as ever woman was.
Her love is like an ocean, deeper than the sea;
sounds corny but I wonder what she sees in me.
You pathetic poets, who scoff at smarmy love
because it's just as hard to find a word to rhyme,
non-clichéd, with love; have fun until the first time
you encounter her like a catch in keeper's glove,
or desperate batsman hitting the winning run,
dashing to the wicket, communing with the ground.
To hell with imagery, a love as rare as this,
so sweet, so pure, so true, deserves a hunchback's kiss.
Copyright ©2010 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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