Eternally Grateful

This is me striving to articulate

With a clarity my voice cannot pass.

This is sentiment I wish to express

With the ease and lack of distress

Of either this line or the last.

This is me applying repetition and rhyme,

To project my pondering to your eyes.

From my hands to your shifting gaze,

I aspire to contrive clandestine praise

With shy scribbling and surprise.

Dearly, I wish a life of happiness,

And joy to you for all your days.

I wish tiny treasures inflate your world

So you may never come unfurled—

I hope your laughter never strays.

I am stumbling—fumbling upon—

The right letter combination to state…

That I hope, when blue skies fade grey,

You are soon met with a sunny array—

Fortune—to share your smile’s weight.

And if there is a path you wish to walk,

A hidden grove, through which you start

To trot—I hope you see it fit,

To follow your true desire—commit—

To the voice from within your heart.

This is me anxious—proofreading—

And preening the passage that I have yet

To pass, and in essence admit—reveal—

I hope your life is kind…I feel

Eternally grateful that we have met.

    DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com