Wind

I am nowhere.

I am everywhere.

Though I remain invisible,

I can be nigh on invincible.

I am tame as a lamb. 

I am powerful as a stallion.

Though I rage through flame,

I can yet still starve the fire.

I am a gentle touch.

I am a harsh rasp.

Though I be the slightest clamor,

I can be heavy as a sledgehammer.

I am porous as water.

I am solid as stone.

Though I be mere vibrations of molecules,

I can yet create hurricanes in the oceans.

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

A cliché of romance it is true!

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

Yet how did I live my life without you?

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

For a truth it is that I am made whole in you!

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

For years we have grown and enjoyed life’s stew!

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

Yet do these words once spoken still ring true!

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

Glorious and beautiful is our love’s own hue!

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

Years without end will not quite do.

Roses are red...Violets are blue...

And I... Yes I... Very much love you!

Written for my wife on our 8^th Anniversary.  07/29/2006

Published to facebook 05/26/2010

Posted to RJR Poetry Blog 01/17/2012