That I love you more and more,
I can’t fit the letters together,
That say it’s you I adore,
The vowels don’t start to form,
To make my thoughts complete,
The things I say sound uneven and coarse,
Not refined and neat.
How can I possibly say
What I want you to know?
The ideas won’t leave my heart
… They just don’t seem to want to go.
Oh, sometimes I try so hard
To write a verse for you,
I always tear it up though,
‘Cause it isn’t good enough to do.
I’ll never write a thing,
That you can be real proud of,
Or have a poem of mine framed to hang on the wall
And always love,
But if I were good enough,
So folks would say: “Not bad!”
I’d have some nerve to shout…..
…. You’re the sweetest mother a girl ever had!
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