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My one true love
My one true love is an old friend
A woman who completes my tattered ends
Reawarding me with love night and day
Yearning to soothe my worries away
Never is my love far from here
Inside our minds is where we share
Kind words in ryme or verse or prose
Inside, "of me - my love knows"
Keeping her distance, arms length away
Especially through rough nights and days
Leaving her questions, and answers inside
Youthful turmoil and teenagers pride
Rushing headfirst to the next day
On trusting wings with childs play
Being all he cares to be
Boy so young, so much like me
Jokes and magic fill his time
Always playing, work a crime
Keeping childhood alive and well
Each day a wonderful magic spell
Anyone who looks can see
No malice or ill will comes from she
Not even on her most difficult days
Are love and tenderness far away
Read the first letter of each sentence down
And the key to my little ryme will be found
The tribute of my poem above
Known only to my one true love
Hey John- I'm sorry if i made you think that i didn't like your poem i enjoyed it- more than any acrostic poem I've read up to this point. It just surprised me that you made this choice- it's "cuter" than i'd expect you to write. I've noticed that you have an extradorinary ability to make your thoughts conform to the style of the poem you're writing. The one aspect that makes this poem effective is although the style is "cute"- the words seem to be heart-felt and true to life. I enjoyed this one. ~Niki
Wow, very clever! Such a wonderful tribute you wrote to your wife and family. Perfect, especially for Valentines Day! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and your family!
From She
or from her, her as object of the preposition from. Rhyming causes stress in forced rhyme and syntax suffers. I always wince with from she and I when it is "from" her and me. I know, shut it. ~allets