How Dare I Write Of My True Love? Poem by Denis Martindale

How dare I write of my true love,
To let my secret out?
For I'm as placid as a dove,
I'm hardly one to shout...
Nor stand upon some rooftop high,
Outstretched to Heaven's Throne,
As if to touch God's pale blue sky
And then such love to own...

To say it blossoms in my heart,
As if a Summer's rose,
Then with some wondrous words impart
The truth God only knows...
But, oh, the longing for her kiss,
To hear she loved me, too,
Dear God, that seems such perfect bliss,
'Yes, darling, I love you...'

How dare I write and form in rhyme
Some phrases to rehearse,
To signify that she's sublime
And my whole universe?
Without her, I'm just half a man,
She stole my heart away...
I've got no clue how I'm to plan
A future wedding day...

I'm so inept, she made me so,
She's got me on the run
And it's not like she doesn't know
That she's the only one...
The only one that I adore
And worship from afar,
The one who leaves me wanting more,
Like she's some movie star...

I've simply got to ask her out,
This true love to confess,
If not, I'd always live in doubt,
Not finding happiness!
But what a risk I'd have to take
And yet she's worth it all,
I'll simply ask God, for my sake,
'Please grant a miracle! '


Denis Martindale, March 2016.