
My dearest April,
One cannot bring to surface the intense weight of love I have for you;
This intangible essence that carries me through can’t be simplified into roses are red , and violets are blue;
All of the letters and words that have ever been spoken, or written could not define this emotional bond, I haven’t a clue;
I just want to tell you darling, this poem is for you;
When I catch that timeless signature expression you give to me, it is only for a split second.
It is a combination of joy and glee that radiates in my heart, and twinkles through the night while the moon is at its crescent;
I could suffer a million lifetimes, give you everything in the world, and to me it would still not be enough;
To fulfill your happiness I would make a deal with the devil, and I would not dare call on his bluff;
My senses without your presence are as if my tastebuds were removed completely;
With you gone, my musical talent seems as though my hearing has left, sleekly;
When you walk away I feel my eyes lock on to you, and I can no longer move freely;
Flowers merely bloom for your viewing pleasure my sweetie;
I later stomp them for wilting, making you sad. Lord, why am I so needy?;
I desire you to be happy as many seconds of the day;
I want your dreams to be better than any wishes some genie could make;
I am addicted to your laughter in almost a creepy, psycho way;
I’ll ask you kindly, please keep your natural beauty at bay;
Put some makeup on to tone it down, that which makes me have to kneel down and pray;
Alas, my sweet April, will you be my Valentine to stay?;
It was thought to be impossible for a hermit like myself to ever feel lonely;
Once you showed yourself my bleak mind sharpened, you honed me;
The first time we met, you were with another. I could not help but to be jealous;
I’d never seen a pair of eyes more beautiful than the Aurora Borealis;
Even though we were mere strangers passing through the night;
Somehow I knew there was more to this complicated plight;
You were with him, but he never at all treated you very right;
I felt something inside of me I’d only experienced during a bloody fight;
I never cared if you felt towards me, the exact same way;
Just always know that a memory of your smile, with me, will forever stay;
As much of a fool I am from time to time;
I still cannot believe that in the end, you are mine;
Life has chewed me up, and spit me out;
I’ve been through the rain, and struggled through many of drought;
You gave me love, and gave my faith new clout;
You are still here my dear, and with knowing you’re happy I will never again live with doubt;
Yours Truly,
-Zach xoxo
P.S.: Want to find a show to watch together later? Love you!
About the Creator
Zachary Marshall Ivey
Zach is from the small yet, well known racing town in Alabama called Talladega. His writings are ones of raw honesty and inspiration that capture the American southern lifestyle he was raised by, but do not limit his abilities to amaze us.



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