Sheer Poetry

I wish to write a romantic poem for you, but I am doomed with the curse of a bad poet... So what can I do to create sheer poetry?

I sit here to write a poem On what your love means to me My hands shiver with fear of injustice That I might do with my poetry

Yet my heart beats loud The lavender paper waits It is a fort I must conquer Triumph should rule at my gate

Should I write of the diamonds in your eyes Or the purity of your soul Perhaps the magic of your thoughts Maybe the enigma that you hold?

I wish I were good at this I wonder where to start All I know is that I love you What more can I impart?

I regard them as geniuses Who have swum through poetic seas But I, a simpleton in love, Can only try but never succeed

I envy those who know this trade Who write the right things with flair They excel in the game of words While I sit here and crib in despair

An hour, then two, then three and four The paper still blank before me I give up hope of doing the task I can’t do it, I solemnly agree

I throw the pen and tear the sheet I don’t need “this” to prove my love to thee I’ll make you mine and love you for a lifetime Now that you know is sheer poetry”