• There are words I write in my struggle, vain
    To convey true meaning without saying the same
    And to express purpose and depth of how I feel
    There are other words from which I refrain
    Words less fancy, words that are plain
    Because with this poem I want to make it real.

    The ink has not dried, the poem not done
    So the victory is not yet won
    Yet have I to come to the point of this
    Or am I just rhyming for fun
    And letting whatever word come
    Yes, this is the poet's bliss!

    My words not unique just want to portray
    Written this March on a Wednesday
    You make my mortal heart throb
    So with this I want to convey
    And only hope I will for life say
    I LOVE YOU ROB!