Why am I not spoken of
In love poem for the ages?
What fairness doth I not posess?
To be written by minstrel
For eternal capture

Question not the motive
Rather the reason to ask
My bossom doth heave
My eyes doth shine
What more do I need?

Petty as it may seem to thee
I long to be immortalized
In scripture, in verse
To know that I am loved
Far more than any other

Do my lock not shine
Of the finest gold?
What am I to you
If not a muse
To your misfortune?

#1: When will I inspire work for the ages? You already are. That is what we all do here. Inspire. inevitably one of us, somewhere, will achieve greatness and immortality. I would like to think that we as a community...you included, will have played a part in that lucky poet's success. So, you already are. Besides, isn't knowing that you have touched someone a far greater reward? Inspiring some poetic success story should be but a brief afterthought.

#2: I really, really enjoyed this piece. It is such a classic approach and you really showed your talent for words here. It flowed beautifully and really conveyed an endearing, heartfelt message in the same way that you were inspired to write it. I can't say enough about it. And to think, you weren't sure if you'd be good at this poetry thing. I'd say you are brilliant. Keep at it. This one's a keeper! And you will get what your looking for...faith is key.

Big K

Kevin,

Always so wise in your words. This poem came from the day I was reading my book of Ireland's love poems. Some were so sweet and touching and in my head I thought"Dammit, no man has ever written something like this to me. Why is that?" It would be so wonderful to be thought of in that way and immortalized in verse by someone that love you so true and so complete. I know my day will come. I just wish it would come sooner rather than later. Again, thanks a million times over. I am so glad to have made friends here and to have people enjoy what I write.

NIkki