A Humble Husband

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    A Humble Husband

    Love, I haven't gone anywhere.
    I want to console you -
    not to be a snare.
    I want to share in cheers
    or wipe your tears,
    especially from the grasp
    of the passing last year.
    I don't half care,
    I'm just better at writing it.
    It's like I cannot
    even get into showing excitement.
    I want to blurt out
    my feelings,
    but they're confined to
    "I love you".
    I have to tell you things,
    but I try to say it
    when I hug you.
    And when I touch you,
    I trust you hear all
    my thoughts.
    When we're having a disagreement
    I know you feel
    my nerves shot with nots.
    But still mind my manners,
    because I don't want
    to fly off in a tantrum.
    I'd rather state my apologies
    in my head
    as I think of random -
    low blows and nonsense.
    My love has a conscious
    that says to protect you,
    even when you taunt it.

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    DennisScott commented on A Humble Husband

    04-16-2009

    A 6.8 that must be the result of some haters. I like it so I will put a 10 on it so you can get closer to what it deserves.

    NayInLove commented on A Humble Husband

    01-29-2009

    O my! this was a great poem. I think it is one of my favorites on here keep it up

    Iamadreamr commented on A Humble Husband

    01-16-2009

    Drama can be very deep

    Paradice21 commented on A Humble Husband

    01-15-2009

    So How you drawl the line and set limits? When should you speak and when should you say it better just to be quite? Curiously wondering.

    Paradice21 commented on A Humble Husband

    01-15-2009

    not just on a piece of paper but to that individual as well. Because they just might think you Man don't care when you hold it in. But form a standpoint it can backfire on you because sometimes when you express how you truly feel others prey upon you

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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