MORNING DEW

I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life 

with anyone else but you as my wife

I am stuck on you and i promise to stick with you 

God willing i believe we will make it through

This is how much i am in love wit you

i fall sick if i don't lay eyes on you for one week

i am love sick and it is not a trick

love is a mystery and life is a risk…

I want to build my home with you…not with straws but with love and brick

You are my heartbeat, my honey that taste so sweet

you make the stars give me space, you cause the sun to smile on my face

the love i have for you none can replace, not on earth nor in space

How do i begin to explain the jolt of emotions that bolts through me

by the mere mention of your name

as ethereal images of you fill my membrane

many have asked me, how possible it should be that my strength and weakness be the same

history can bear me witness

you bring my soul out of distress and bail my heart from emotional recess

Like a missionary on a inquest, i have searched far and wide

Like a banker looking for scheme to invest…i have paced high and low

Like a philosopher seeking new beliefs to ingest, i have reached lands unknown 

till i found you..my morning dew

now i have only a single request for you to digest 

my last name….on you, can i bequest?

Poett Brymoh

 (c) 

2012