A Valentines Day poem for my wife
Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:48 am
A Valentine's day poem for my wife:
She Stole My Heart
I gently move her arm from my chest
As I roll out of bed for my morning run
"Going running dear?" as if she isn't sure
Her blue eyes still clearly closed.
The run starts slowly, more so now than before
We are both aging together - she's handling it better
Maybe she is because she has something of mine?
She sure does - she has my heart.
As the first miles flow by
My heart is beating in my throat
A feeling of heavy sludge heaving about
Is this "my" heart reaching for the right rhythm of my run?
My heart finally falls into line
Beating in my chest now, not my throat
The run ends as my wife meets me
Wrapping her arms around my waist
"Did you have a good run, dear?"
She knows
She has my heart
The one she stole many years ago.
She Stole My Heart
I gently move her arm from my chest
As I roll out of bed for my morning run
"Going running dear?" as if she isn't sure
Her blue eyes still clearly closed.
The run starts slowly, more so now than before
We are both aging together - she's handling it better
Maybe she is because she has something of mine?
She sure does - she has my heart.
As the first miles flow by
My heart is beating in my throat
A feeling of heavy sludge heaving about
Is this "my" heart reaching for the right rhythm of my run?
My heart finally falls into line
Beating in my chest now, not my throat
The run ends as my wife meets me
Wrapping her arms around my waist
"Did you have a good run, dear?"
She knows
She has my heart
The one she stole many years ago.