Love's Last Poem

How can I write another line

of poetry or metered verse?

A loss of words surrounds me

and now I fear the worst.

I can not describe the beauty

my eyes beheld at your sight,

the way that your eyes sparkled,

in glistening moonlight.

I have no words to write with

to tell of all your charms,

to describe my hearts feelings

when wrapped within your arms.

No longer am I eloquent.

I repeat myself all day.

My tongue and pen both silent,

at a loss for what to say.

With all my pens and paper,

and ink that flows so free,

I sit here with a loss of words,

writing love's last poem from me.

Paul Allen Rice