#299 Amy Elaine Poem by Jimmie Arrington

And where exactly do I begin?
What words would or could suffice?
My thoughts find words to be frail and thin
And none are quite precise.

Still I will attempt to find them,
I’ll search deep down inside.
Though my chances are slight and slim,
I’ll let my heart be my guide:

She’s wonderful but doesn’t know it.
She’s amazing, nothing less.
She’s beautiful, let’s not omit
Her elegance and finesse.

She laughs and I want to laugh too.
She sings and songbirds give ear.
She yells when cars won’t let her through
So she has to swerve or veer.

When she smiles my world’s tranquil.
When she speaks pain disappears.
She enters the room and starts to still
All of my anguish and fears.

She brings peace upon the stormy banks
Of the sea of hate and strife.
For this I owe her all my thanks
And for showing up in my life.

She’s sweet as chocolate biscotti
With a fierce Italian wit.
Though my terms are blotched and spotty,
To me they perfectly fit.

She’s one of God’s greatest designs,
Whom a fool couldn’t help admire.
But if she were to read these lines
She’d call me a big, fat liar.

Many lovers have come along
And many have gone before,
But just like in a Beatle’s song,
“In my life I love (her) more.”

I know I lost the right long ago
To tell her these words with pride;
But I must allow them flow,
They‘re futile if kept inside.

And though I know I must pretend
Life is as it was before;
I must pretend she’s just a friend,
But truthfully love her more.

She’s gone and I miss how things were.
It’d be wise to unlove and unfall,
But I choose to keep on loving her,
As if it was a choice at all.