Ode to My Beauty

My don’t you look so lovely this morning
Sitting there in all your beauty just waiting
Just sitting ever so patiently
Waiting for me to pick you up, and hold you
Caress your body and stroke your every curve
How I long for you, my dear sweet beauty
Oh this ring on my finger means nothing
My passion and my heart and my soul belong to you
Fore I would be nothing without you
My mind would be mush and I would be incapable of felling
I couldn’t wake up every morning
If I knew you wouldn’t be there waiting for me
Never have I felt such an undeniable passion
Such a love that could over power me this way
It’s so undeniable this connection we have
I can’t stand the time I spend away from you
I sit in class and day dream of you
Counting the minutes until I can come home to see you
And when I open the door my heart fills with joy because there you are!
You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on
Never could I let you go, not even for a million dollars
You have been with me through all the hard times
And never once have you left me
You have always been right there next to me
Jeering me on telling me to go for it
Make those dreams come true
Well without you those dreams would never even be close to possible
SO this is my thank you
For everything you do for me and everything you mean to me
This is an ode to you my beauty
Oh my dear Waterbaby how I love you so

Colorado wrote this for me :)

Listen!!

I heard about peotry day after the fact and wanted to post something, but I couldnt think of a poem that i knew that would be good enough for me to post and really think about it. I found this in my Fundamentals of Speech book. I love it.

When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving advice,
you have not dont what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problems,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen!
All I asked was that you listen.
Not talk or do-just hear me.
Advice is cheap:50 cents will get you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself;
I'm not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do somethign for me that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and weakness.
But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I quit trying to convince you and can get about the business of
understanding what's behind this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sence when we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes, for some people,
because God is mute, and doesn't give advice or try to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work iit out for yourself.
So, please listen and just hear me, and, if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn; and I'll listen to
you.

I'm not sure if this peom is about God, or the opposite, but I like it.