Why I Never!

I never buy you flowers anymore,
And it's not because I don't love you.
It's because those flowers, well, they die,
And I don't want you to die too.

I never buy you candy anymore,
And it's not because I'm gruff,
But it's because I know already
That you're plenty sweet enough.

I never get you kittens anymore,
Even though they may be cute,
'Cause I know a kitten's looks
Could never compete with my beaut.

I never write you songs anymore,
And the reason for that is plain:
'Cause there isn't any better song
Than for me to say your name.

Four Day Week

It's the start, again, of another week,
But this week's a little different than the rest.
I wouldn't go as far as to say the rest are "bleak,"
But I have a feeling that this week will be one of the best.

For you see, it's the fourth of Ju-lee,
And the fourth happens to be on a Saturday.
Which means that my work, not being a jerk,
Gives me a break one day before Caturday.

So, with a four day week, I am bound to find
That with this week, the fates are kind.
And most importantly, I get to spend
My vacation time with my very best friend.

Another advantage of a four day week
Is that you still get five days pays,
And then there's that extra-special bonus
That you get a weekend that spans three days.

Fizzy

A blackberry is a kind of fruit
That can make a home smell really good.
And when it's infused with NaHCO₃
It can make for a very good smelling me.

But especially when mixed with O and H₂,
It makes for a wonderful-smelling you.
And at the end of a tedious day,
The puple-tinted water is there to stay.

There are certain traditions that are worth making,
And from those, some worth never breaking.
I do so enjoy our lushurious life
Of relaxing in hot water to wash away strife.

It's a bit of a soak, and a bit relaxing.
And it's never any tiniest bit taxing.
And in the end, even if I have to scrub,
It was an enjoyable time in/around the tub.

Together Always

Be it in a room of writers,
Or a room of dolls,
We're there together
Between those walls.

Be we at a gas station
On on the way to Missouri C.,
We're there together
By land and then by sea.

And if people annoy us
And tell us silly things,
We'll just look at each other
And give a little winks.

'cause in the end, we both know
That we're both better off
Than any sort of loony
That likes to try to scoff.

Affection Returned

The return of the affection
Is never an affliction,
Nor does it seek defection
Or feel like crucifixion.

Like a criminal,
returning to the scene of the crime
It's quite subliminal,
Like the patterns in the grim.

The patterns, not the dirt,
It gets me down to thinking
That there's no pain, no hurt,
And no need to go out drinking.

And in the end, time's a cycle,
Always finding ways to loop.
It may be crazy, or psycho,
But with you, I alway like to coop.

Open

Open your eyes, and then you'll see
Every little thing that you mean to me.
Open your heart, and let me show
Everything I can do to let you know.

Open your ears, and then you'll hear
Words that are sweet for the one that is dear.
Open your mind, and then you'll find
That to you, I long to be kind.

Open your arms, and be ready to embrace
As I run towards you in a heart-pounding race.
Open your mouth so that you might say
The words that tell me you want me to stay.

Being open, as it is, can provide much joy,
Telling all, knowing all, and sharing all with your boy.
And he too will be open with his girl,
As the oyster is open to divulge its pearl.

The Nicest Person You'll Meet

Many people are undeserving
Of the treatment they get after underserving
The nicest of people: sweet, little Ambz,
Who treats everybody with the same respect she commands.

It is quite unfair, though, how the respond,
For it is most definitely not in kind.
Some will make a response rude when they place it.
Others, well, they're just tacit.

But rude or silent, the fact remains
That the person they deal with only wants mutual gains,
And wants everybody to be happier,
But there's nobody around to make a happy her.

And that's where I come in,
With a sweet, little word and a big, dumb grin.
And I say something like, "You're the true champ,
And I'm glad to have such an ally resident in my camp."

Perfect Employment

In life, we get to choose some things.
Like, where we live, or what we sing,
Or to clean a house, or live like a slob,
Or even, to some extent, your perfect job.

My perfect job would involve
My staying home with the one I love
And never having to do a day of work
Unless I wanted to ('cause I'm not a jerk).

The pay itself would be quite grand,
So I could get necessities as needs demand,
And never have to fret like a mouse,
'Cause I'd never have to leave the house.

But a perfect job's made perfect by
The one who's there at your side.
And as it is, this much is true:
The perfect coworker's my perfect you.

The Live-Long Day

As the sun rises anew,
I wake up there, and I look at you.
In the morning, while you're still asleep
I'm glad that it's you with whom I get to keep.

And while it hangs in the noonday sky,
I think of you, and wish to be
In the same place as you,
In the same place with me.

And I get home from work,
In the waning hours,
I return to you,
Immediate love showers.

And as the sun rests it's weary head,
In the darkness, I find
I love to be the one with you;
In that fact, the fates are kind.

ComPromise

There comes a time, when the situation goes
In a way that nobody wins.
And we must find a compromise
(Which should be where we begin).

A compromise is designed
So that both parties are content,
And that neither of them feel
Like the got the short end of a stick that's bent.

So, when you have a discrepancy,
To the negotiating table you should go
And try to resolve matters so everybody's glad
With the eventual turnout to show.

I know that we can always find a compromise,
And, in fact, it's rather quick,
'Cause most of what you like, I like,
And a lot of what I like, you find slick.

Epic Flail

I'm sorry for when life
Gives us the epic fail,
And makes my wife
Feel like she's been given a shovel and a pail.

And then directed towards
The nearest lying stables,
And instructed to do something
She's not willing, nor ables.

A herculean task, she's given
And then she's expected to do it on her own,
But that's not the case she's livin',
'Cause she's got someone to help carry on.

And in the end, we've got each other
Through the thick and thin,
And it will be that way forever,
Just like it's always been.

What is It?

What is a day, but 24 hours?
And a pedal, just the dressing of the flowers.
And what is a minute? An eternity?
These are the same when you aren't with me.

What is an inch? An acre? A mile?
These are but distances I'd travel to see you smile.
And a lightyear or a parsec, though times these seemed,
Are also distances, as such they're deemed.

What is a dollar? A penny? A ben?
But a way for the people to get what then need when
They're finding themselves low on supplies
Or need to get the object of desire before their eyes.

And what is a heart? An organ, or more?
It's something I have in my chest, but with which I adore.
And what does it do when you walk by?
It skips a beat, and then leaps to the sky.

Anniversary IV

I

Life, as it starts, can be quite fun,
Rushing here and there, like a shot from a gun.
But fun, it seems, can amount to none
If you're not spending it with that special one.

II

And with that, a year is through;
Our hearts, as always, continue to remain true.
Always, it seems, our love can renew.
"Terrible" would not be the word to describe this two.

III

Further on, and you will see
That wil commitment, that's where you will be free.
Just like the fruit that comes from the Pyrus tree
We're still a pair, not yet a three.

IV

I wish for many, many more
Years with you, the one I adore,
So many years, they are without score.
I do appreciate these years four.

Away, but not Alone

There comes a time and a place
In which you need certain things
Like a drink of water, a bite of food,
Or a hornets nest without stings.

And then, at times, you need your me
To be there for his you,
And you need him to cancel everything
Just because you're blue.

But he can't always clear his plate,
Even though you're his number one.
Because at times, he needs to work
To enable you both to have fun.

And working, he is, to bring the food
And put it on your plate,
And in evenings and weekends, he won't be rude,
And he'll try to make your life great.

The Hard Worker's Toil

Working hard is the name of the game,
Though at times, the hard work causes pain.
I imagine that if you work really hardy,
Your work makes you feel less lardy.

And of course, there's the pride of the work.
Anyone who wouldn't be proud of you's a jerk.
You work really hard just to get things right,
And sometimes even work through the night.

The hours of the artist are never stable,
But I'll never make you do more than you're able.
And always, when you need a rest
I'll let you lay your head upon my chest.

I miss you when I sleep while you toil,
But I never allow myself to dig deep into dream's soil,
As I always like to take a break
And wait by the gate, no matter how long you take.

Artist in Her Sky

The serene times come, and you work in peace,
Able to ignore the temblor
Of noisome children, or sirens police
A time you can still remember.

And art you create with a deft hand and brush
With every stroke, you make me proud.
In the calm afternoon, there is no need to rush,
For the outer world is not loud.

You are busy, but not busy too
To make enough time for him
Who you love, to whom you're true
To end, and to begin.

I love my painter, and I move her high
Into a land of delicate joy
And there she sits, observing in the sky
Painting, making proud her boy.

Coo

The mourning dove will coo
In the morning when the sky is blue
And his song makes it known true
That I'm in love with you.

Each day I get a clue
And with each clue I knew
That you love me through and through
And you deserve my love in due.

Over the years, my love grew
To a very vivid hue
And I find that I'm stuck, like glue
To the girl who gives me love flu.

Every day, I will accrue
More love, like animals in a zoo
And on my heart, there's a tattoo
That says "You make my life come anew."

I'm Really Sorry That You're Bored

We don't have DTV, or a lot of money,
So we can't watch our shows or buy our honey,
And I don't know how to juggle swords.
I'm really sorry that you're bored.

We can't go out, because of the cat,
If she's in her cage all day, she'll probably get fat,
Or get scare out of her gourd.
I'm really sorry that you're bored.

We can put on a movie and start to watch,
But we can't navigate the menu a notch.
A new remote we can't yet afford.
I'm really sorry that you're bored.

We can make a nice meal with the things we have,
Or you could take a long, relaxing bath,
Or do macrame with assorted lengths of cord.
I'm really sorry that you're bored.

Day Two

I couldn't ask for a better day two
Than one spent growing older with you.
A long time it's been since I
Have felt so free, like a bird, to fly.

There's a difference between silence and peace,
And peace is something for yous and mes.
But just the same, it's still silent,
And it helps make us feel resilient.

We can now take a walk around
Without feeling like villains surround,
And we can enjoy the peaceful view
Without somebody viewing back too.

I love our new home, but that love is replete
Only when our new home has you; then it's complete.
You cannot spell home without "M-E,"
But I cannot spell home without "A-M-B."

New Space

Peaceful and serene,
We're surrounded by a scene
In which our neighbors think
There are better thing to do than drink.

No longer do fat blond kids
Surround us on the skids,
And the fence is whole,
And not merely "a hole."

The biggest problem is parking,
But people who complain about that are barking,
Except when they park in front of our garage,
But that's a rare thing that taints the visage.

And the mornings are very quiet;
It doesn't feel like we're waking to a riot.
Feeling refreshed completely through
Awaking each day beside you.

A Couple of Couplets on a Busy Day

Amber is a special girl
To me she means the entire world.
And now we take another step
Towards our future, the joy we've kept.

Together Time

No matter what it costs,
Or how long it takes,
Spending time with you
Is always worth it.

No matter where we are,
Or what we make,
When we're together,
We're gonna mirth it.

Every day's an adventure,
Though we might not wish it.
And we persevere through it,
Together against the fishit.

And in the end, we've got each other.
Some folks would call that a lot.
But I know that I have all I need,
I also know I need what I got.

Buzzy as a Bee

Bzz, goes the bee,
It's really very busy,
Or buzzy, if you be
Like the busy bee, fuzzy.

The bee, the queen, she flits
From one task to the next,
And on her throne she sits
Her ruling muscle flexed.

But when she's not ruling,
she's usually flying around.
Making schedules, planning schooling,
Her feet never touch the ground.

But in the end, when the sun has slept,
The little queen finds rest
From all the tasks around her kept.
Her king's the task she loves best.

Moving!

I can see it, the end of the line,
And it's slowly getting closer.
I know that soon, everything'll be fine,
And our time will start to be grosser.

That is, to say, that it won't be ick,
Or even not suitable for kids,
But that it'll be more, and not weird, or sick,
And we'll have so much extra time, we'll flip our lids.

Simplify, simplify, said the guy in the boat,
And I suppose he paddled around,
Was it in a pond or in a boat,
Doesn't matter: it wasn't ground.

But we've simplified, and our lives will be better,
'Cause we're not overburdening life
With noisy neighbors declaring it done to get-r,
And spending time as husband and wife.

You and Your

A is because you're always there for me.
M is because you make your care known for me.
B is because you're beautiful and sweet.
E is because you're everything I need.
R is because you're ready to go that extra mile
Just to make the world smile.

Duty

When serving our country,
I find it's nice
When I can come home early,
Early twice.

Though cramming all the overhead
Into only four days
Makes me wish that
There were better ways.

And not just better ways
Of fitting forty hours
Into a span of time shorter
Than the opening of flowers.

I also would like to find
A better way to be
Able to spend much more time with you
And you, more time with me.

The Voyage

If ever a time for joy was at hand,
We'd get it right now, Tea-Vo! On Demand!
We have many things to celebrate,
And of these things, one should be great.

The journey it self is over seas,
And may be a trial avoided by Maccabees.
Or Heracles, as he may not be able
To deliver a parcel after cleaning a stable.

When it arrives, with a stopover in customs
(Which exist due to illegal wares, to bust 'ems),
It lands at your door or in your hands,
And at the end of the wait, they've met your demands.

I come home, and the floor is a-littered
With Korean newspapers and ecstatic kitters
And my wife, sweet Amber, has no reason to bawl,
As now she has possession of another little doll.

A Place All Your Own

I have a c♥nfessi♥n t♥ make,
Th♥ugh it's really n♥ enigma.
It's ab♥ut the girl I l♥ve,
And her mark is n♥ stigma.

She's always ♥n my mind,
But that's n♥t her primary place t♥ reside.
Her permanent address is a little l♥wer,
And a little m♥re inside.

She's filled a gap that was there
Since time immem♥rial
And always sends my spirit aflutter
Just like a little ♥ri♥le.

I have a special place f♥r her,
A place she's held fr♥m the start,
And that very special place f♥r her
Starts in the c♥re ♥f my ♥♥♥♥♥.

Harmony

Working these long hours
Which are, like, 65 minutes long,
Shows me that anything I can do for you
Can't possibly be wrong.

I toil and struggle all day,
But you know, it's for you.
And when I get home later,
I'll become renewed.

By your presence, your present to me,
I find my self revitalized,
And at the end of the day, we're together,
Playing harmony with perfect recital eyes.

And through thick and thin,
I know that we have everything we could want
And from the end, to begin, we win,
Even though we never flaunt.

A Temporary Farewell (But Don't You Cry!)

When dudes die,
And tell their spirits "bye,"
Some people are sad,
And always ask "Why?"

Cry on the inside (if you must),
But don't shed a tear or sob,
'Cause we don't need to tell how we feel
To the everyday slob.

As the world spins, we deal with life,
And figure out what it all means,
But don't blame the universe for all the problems,
'Cause the universe is innocent, it seems.

Love that's halfway to the moon's not so bright
When the spirit can't tell what's going on with its mate,
Especially when that mate's been gone
And the spirit's left eating from a solitary plate.

But, we have a love that's purer than gold,
So fine, we can scarecly reckon it,
And when problems get worse,
Though we can't sense it, we beckon it.

The two spirts, mates and united,
Are separated by distance, a chore,
A chasm, but also a bridge,
And travelling that connection's not a bore.

So, two spirits, connected,
Connected at the waist,
While the two bodies attached, though feeling the other's pull,
Are differently placed.

But where the two spirits unite,
No matter where you or I go,
The other spirit feel longing
And, when it comes home, the spirit will know.

So, though I'm gone these long times,
And I'm away from you with no lack,
Be sure to know that the circle our spirits make
Will always bring me back.

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Though I sit at work alone,
I long for the time I may come home. :)