Brick Wall

I wish you knew,
I wish you could tell.
I feel, though, that my emotions
Are trapped in a deep, dark well.

I try to let you know
What you mean
To me, but my actions
Don't reflect what the seem.

I want you to know
That you're my number one,
And without my sweet Ambz,
I'd have a number none.

I'd like for you to feel
The way you make me
Feel, and for you to know
That with you I feel so free.

New Home

Our new home is quite the place
Where we can sit and rest in peace.
It's quite the relaxing place to live,
With all its peace it has to give.

I love our home, as it has you in it,
And if it were a perfect contest, it would win it.
Our new home is definitely a place
That's more than just four walls, a roof, and some space.

The peace and quite when compared
To our old place, well, makes me scared.
How can two places a few miles apart
Be more different than Tiffany's and Wal-Mart?

Nevertheless, we'll not be alone,
As we slowly migrate to our new home.
And in the end, I'll know it true
That any home's not a home without my you.

Home Again!

I like the days I get to come
Home early to be with you.
'Cause I love my evenings and weekends,
Every second through.

Weekends and evenings are where it's at,
Because I get to be around,
I know that it makes me happy,
And my heart will never frown.

I love spending time with you,
Every chance that I get,
That's why I come home early on Fridays
And come home like a jet.

I zoom into your arms and give you a kiss,
And let out a sigh of relief,
Because being home is the best there is,
And here, I can be free of grief.

Solicrude

When you got your favorite dude,
You don't need to worry about solitude.
And when lonliness makes you really down,
You've got me to invert that frown.

Don't worry yourself about being alone,
'Cause even when I'm not around, I have a phone.
Fear not, 'cause I'm not fair weather,
And I really do so enjoy being together.

One may be a lonely number, it's true,
Which is why I'm glad that you and me are two.
But at the same time, you can say we're one.
We're a paradox when mathematicians run.

So if you feel that you're by yourself,
And you need somebody to kind you,
Well, put that sorrow on the back of the shelf,
And take a peek behind you.

The Late Opression

If feelings bad get too great,
I'll be there for you
To help you clear off that plate
And keep you from turning blue.

I'll be there for you beside
And in every way I'll try
To steady the torrents, the ebb of tide,
That wave the splashes of waves a cry.

And when you're feeling down and out,
Too low to face the world,
I'll brush away those shades of doubt
And pull back its cowl unfurled.

Too many times we must go alone
And face the giants tall,
But I shall make your company my own
And never let you fall.

A Fairy Tale Involving Wicked Creatures

The vicious thin wasted daubers quake
When I come home, their lives to take.
They shall not build their houses of mud,
For in the dusk, they shall be made ungood.

With a mighty slipper wielded in my hand,
I make them one with the window, just as planned.
And with the grace of paper thin,
I dispose of the carcas with the lightest of whim.

No fierce beasts shall try to rule
My pleasant, peaceful domicile.
And never shall they live to plague
A day past today. An end they beg.

I free the damsel who is in distress,
And she thanks me in her glittering dress.
Never again shall a beast make light
Of the castle kept by a wasp-slaying knight.

Memory Day

On some days, we remember the dead,
So that they may go on living,
But on such days, let's remember instead
The things to others we are giving.

I, personally, have a lot to give,
But I'd like to narrow my focus
And give it to the one with whom I live
(And maybe with a bouquet of crocus).

Especially, what I'd live to disperse
Is my love for her,
And tell her sweet nothings in whispers,
Until the sun burns out in a burr.

I also have another thing,
A thing that is mine,
And that thing I give to live
For it is all my time.

The Calm

When the temblors tremble and shake
I'll be there until the very last quake.
My hand will nestle your sweet head,
And I'll keep you safe from the things you dread.

I'll do the things that are needed of me,
And do a little more, absolutely free.
It's the least I can even think to do
For dearest, sweetest, wonderfullest you.

I'll stay by your side when things are bad,
But also 'cause I'd miss you, I'll be there when you're glad.
I'll live every day like it would be my last
With you, which would make me aghast.

But I'm glad that each morning, when I awaken,
The other side of my bed is still taken,
And every day after work, when I come through that door,
I run into the woman I'll have forever more.

I'm Sorry

There is a girl that I know
Who is tender like a flower
And I find that with my power,
She wilts.

But I want to be a gardener,
And work a little harder
And not need to support my flower
With stilts.

I'm sorry for the pain
That comes down like sheets of rain
And I'm sorry that I can't make it right,
Even still.

But I want you to know it:
Every time I blow it,
I'm glad that my flower's still on my
Window sill.

Perfection

Practice, they say, makes perfection,
But some would argue: natural selection.
I think, however, they they both aren't quite true,
As perfection can be seen by looking at you.

You may not be able to do everything,
But that's not what perfection's about.
You may not be able to dance, to sing,
And your perfection may be in doubt,

But perfection stems not from talent,
But on the ability to do
Your best, in a manner gallant,
Whenever it's asked of you.

So, don't fret if you're not able
To lift up that really heavy table.
Perfection is more simple than it may seem.
Perfection, then, is doing what's right for you and your team.

The Flight of Time

It seems at times, that time is agonizingly slow,
And other times it's quick.
I have not mastered the chrononaut's ebb and flow,
For the shifting makes me sick.

But were I able to interact
With the very fabric of time and space,
I'd make each second with you an eternity,
Going along at a snail's pace.

And ever moment without you
Would just zip on by,
And we could always remark that
When we're apart does the time fly.

For every agonizing moment you find
That you have to wait for joy,
You could just watch the clock spin off its arms
And be reunited with your boy.

Slumbering Beauty

Nighty night, or morny morn,
I find I cannot help but
To look at you with a lack of scorn
And get out of any rut.

You sleep so peacefully, no matter
What time of day it may be,
And it makes the heart pitter patter
For I my wife slumbering to see.

Sweet dreams, I hope, arrive
To your mind whenever you slumber,
For you're peaceful, and you strive
To not sound like a mill for lumber.

Though I do miss you when you're awake,
And enjoy talking with,
If you found sleeping to be a mistake,
It would be something I'd miss.

Your Big Heart

You have a big heart, I often see,
And that heart has plenty room
For things like cats, and dolls, and me,
Your empathy like thread on a loom.

A pity, a shame, when people take
Your important feelings for granted,
And leave your hurt, or starting to shake,
with the seeds of contention planted.

Those people have no place in your life,
They have no reason to be around you,
And I will do my best to protect my sweet wife,
And not let the meanies make you blue too.

I love you always, with all of my heart,
And I'll always be there to help,
And to the finish, or from the start,
I'll come to save you if ever you yelp.

sell, Sell, SELL

Selling items can be fun,
As long as they are selling,
And you don't have to go to an auction hall
And hear an auctioneer yelling.

It's also fun to make a decent
Amount of cash and tipping,
And not have to worry about burning up the proceeds
When you account for shipping.

To sell the stuff used, of course,
You have to take a loss,
Unless it's collectible, that is,
And then it's price gets gross.

But in the end, we have fewer junks,
And more dollars in the bank,
And that'll help us a whole bunch
And keep this boat from sank.

Mathematics

In mathematics classes, you'll often find a rule
That states that when you add one and one,
You'll most certainly get two.

And then in real life, sometimes you'll see
That when you add one and one,
There's a slim chance that you'll get three.

Now, I'm glad that in my house,
We follow the convention
Of always listening to the laws of mathematics,
And all entailed by that invention.

But I wouldn't mind, at times,
If there was a floating point error,
And what should have evaluated to two
Would give the unready terror.

Your Hardest Critic

At times, you're a little hard
On the person who's dolls should fill a shelf,
But I think that you should lighten up,
And go a little easy on yourself.

You're a heroine, and I continually find
That you undersell the job you do;
But nobody out there has got a prayer
When it comes to topping you.

I think that you certainly do deserve a bit more credit
For all the stuff you've done.
And I certainly hope that you get it,
'Cause if there were an award, you've won.

What I'm trying to say is that you have a way
Of doing what needs to be done,
And no matter how big the task is, I fig
That you'll still make some time for fun.

When We're Together

Whatever the fates may conspire
When we're together, there's no need to perspire.
We're a team, and together, we fight to win,
And we will do that from end to begin.

There are many folks out there
Wolves with sheep's hair,
Who'd just as soon rob you blind,
But they're not of our kind.

We're gentle, we're nice,
Like cold refreshing ice.
We're nice, we're gentle,
Like a bowl of rice and lentil.

And whenever the world gets too big to carry,
We need to realize it's a burden we do share-y.
And just as much as I can carry your fetter,
I know that the two of us can carry it together.

On Listening

I'd like to hear what you have to say,
So excuse me for getting in the way.
I have a slight problem: being listening impaired,
But don't think for a moment that I haven't cared.

I do appreciate listening to your ideas,
And were they foods, would wrap them in tortillas.
So that I could then properly ingest,
Ruminate and then digest.

So, please, when I interrupt, don't feel sad;
Just see it as me accidentally being bad.
I'd rather you backpedaled to ensure I understood
That your idea is not how I first saw it, but good.

So, if those times I don't seem to be listening,
Please be so kind, and let your graces be glistening.
Kindly repeat what you have to say,
And then I can understand what you mean to convey.

What Does It Spell?

Always loving, always caring,
Always precious, always sharing.
Always sweet and always true,
Always with me, always you.

Maybe it's destiny, maybe it's fate.
Maybe my life is just that great.
Maybe I don't mind growing old with you,
Maybe you know how to keep me from getting blue.

"But why would you want to tie yourself down?"
But why would you want to always wear a frown?
But why would you choose to live your life alone?
But why would you desire to replace your heart with stone?

"Zounds! You make a valid point,
Zounds! I did not see.
Zounds! It sounds like in your limits, that
ZOUNDS! You've made you free."

Paperwork, Schmaper Schmork

Paperwork it seems is a chore
That requires you to tolerate such a bore.
It never ends, it's always there,
Giving paper cut and paper tear.

It would be nice if paper work
Were able to do itself,
And also wouldn't be a jerk
By taking up a shelf.

Paperwork, it seems,
is a never ending thing
And it keeps you from doing the things you love:
To dance, to draw, to sing.

But I suppose paperwork is important,
For keeping us on track,
And allowing us an easy way
In time, to take a look back.

Thanks for doing all that work,
It really makes me proud;
Especially since I don't have to do it.
My thanks is very loud.

There Was a Little Girl

There was a little girl
Who had a little world
Sitting in the palm of her hands.

And if she really wanted,
She would never be daunted,
And she'd always get what she demands.

The world would be her oyster,
One that she would cloister,
And she would always get her pearl.

And I thank the maker every day.
Here's what I have to say:
"Thank you for not giving me that girl!"

Because she's very spoiled,
Like a burger is flame broiled,
And I'm sure to have her I'd be blue,

Instead, I have a modest wife,
For whom I provide the best of life,
And I'm happy that that girl is you.

Time and Place

There is a time we have called now,
And we don't have much time to spare;
Even though I'd rather have an infinite amount of time
To spend with you, it just isn't there.

And there's a place we have called here,
And it's where we both will live
Together, being happy
Giving all that we can give.

We should spend our time wisely
(For that's why now's called the present,
'Cause it's a gift that we're given,
And one we shouldn't resent.)

And we should make our now and our here
However short or long they be
Feel like never ending moments
On this side of eternity.

The Many Stairs I Climb for You

Up and down, they say
Carrying things up, up and away.
And then returning back to the scene
To carry more stuff until you're lean (but not mean).

There are many stairs upon which you step,
And many steps upon which you stares,
Many more stairs than the number of reps
That we have in this country of ours.

The sun beats down upon the ground,
And it makes the world feel hot,
And there's no shade anywhere to be found,
But there is water to be got.

Nevertheless, I'd go through all of this,
To give my wife her deserved bliss,
And I want to make sure that before we retire,
We make another move to some place even higher.

The Early Bird et al.

The early bird gets the worm,
But the tardy worm lives another day.
And through his wormhole, he will squirm,
Trying to convince others to see his way.

He begs and he pleads,
On his little worm hands and little worm knees,
Hoping that the others his reason heeds,
So the future will be full of little worm babies.

But, still, the early worms go to eat their dirt,
And do those other things that early worms do,
And get eaten in one fell hurt
As the early bird gets his pick of the early worm zoo.

There is one thing, though, the early bird misses
When he wakes up early to get nice and fat,
And that's that the early bird remisses
That the early bird's eaten by the late-to-bed cat.

Health > Wealth (and starts with the self)

There are a few people
Of whom I need to take care,
Such as my wife (the love of my life)
And my cats all covered in hair.

But then there's someone too,
That I hold an obligation to preserve,
And that is myself,
So I can give wife and cats what they deserve.

So, when I'm sick, I need my rest,
And when I'm tired, I need my sleep,
And when I'm happy, I need to smile,
And when I'm sad, I guess I'll weep.

But most importantly, and this is vital,
And most definitely something I should do
Is make sure that I'm always all right
So I can take good care of you.

It Shouldn't Be Making That Noise...

When there are things that jangle,
And the probably shouldn't,
Well, I'll be there to wrangle
Those who say they wouldn't

Want to fix their errors,
Because they are too busy.
But they will soon face terrors
'Cause I'll come down in a tizzy.

If something's broken,
and we can't fix it,
Give me words spoken,
And a work order I'll submit.

And in the end,
If the problem's not complete,
Once again I send
it, until it is replete.

The Finite Nature of Money

When you find you're pinching pennies,
And you think you're in the red,
Or if you can't use the word "many"
To describe your dollars, but not your dread,

Well, I guess then it's time to just relax,
And leave it all to me.
I'd work two jobs and break my backs;
In fact, I'd even work three.

I'd do this all so you wouldn't have to worry
About a lack of cash,
And so that we would be able to hurry
And accumlate a greenback stash.

But in the meantime, I'll be working really hard,
And bringing home the bacon biweekly,
And bringing up your spirits with the spirit of a bard,
At times speaking quite obliquely.

The Hamlet on the Tarn

Rest your head, ease your mind,
And don't let to universe be unkind
To you, for you deserve some rest,
And on top of that, you deserve the best.

Close your eyes, clear your thoughts,
And don't you worry about what you bought.
I promise you that what will be,
The best possible future you will see.

Shut the windows, close the doors,
And let yourself wash up on distant shores,
And take a peek at the starry sky
Right above you where you lie.

Open your arms and be still your heart;
It won't be trouble, or give you a start.
If you leave everything in my hands,
I will give us the best of plans.

Weekends Are Grrrrrrreat!

There are many things in life that are perfect,
And one such thing I can implicate,
For it is something that falls into a trifect-
A, and something done in triplicate.

Weekends are great, when they happen every week,
And especially when we get time together.
It's such a time like this that I seek
A reason to stay in from the weather.

I've got something to look forward to
When the week starts feeling slow,
'Cause I've got only five days I gotta get through
Until I can be in a place I know.

I've got something to look forward too on Friday,
And it makes my little heart sour
'Cause that's the day that's yours and my day.
And maybe three can be four.

The Fortress of Amber's Heart

Your heart, it must be quite large,
To fit the room for me,
And then there's the cats, who you love,
And who love you and me.

But also, you have room in there
For several little dolls,
And it seems you never lack the space,
In the chambers of your heart's halls.

And while we're making less space
To surround us, as it goes in verse,
Your heart is ever expanding,
Like the ever expanding universe.

The only difference, you'll see
Is that your heart will never collapse,
And as long as you have two sturdy legs,
You'll have dolls filling your laps.

What Pictures or Words?

If there was a portrait of the sunset,
Or kittens airbrushed on a plate,
They wouldn't be as pretty
Nor would they be as great.

To use the word "lovely,"
Well, it just doesn't do
As lovely doesn't quite do justice
When it comes to describing you.

If best were a term
Who had a superlatives enough,
I would find a best bet that betest
Wouldn't even pass a bluff.

Be it language or imagery
Or even statements true,
None of them can begin to describe
The wonderful, marvelous you.