Love-poem slate

[TrevorW]

Hello friends,
I challenge you all to a duel of sorts. Well, not really because there will be no judge. BUT I feel that we should have a common area for all the love poems in the world of tanks and stampers. Therefore, I propose that we have a small collection built in this very topic.

Why would we want to do that Trevor?

Because love has many many faces, which come from many sets of eyes. Who are we to say that we know every face of love? -- but collectively... we very well might.

Plus, my friends, we do not need a new topic for every teenager's angsts and lusts.

At any rate here is my one and only love poem,

My Moon

Dear my love;
Being my moon
I say that I tenderly
grasp. Grasp at you.
Hope to hold forever
your tender form
and keep to my own
your heart's free tone.

Yet, dare I say;
no, must I say:
I deserve thee not.
For if my wish
should be so much as fair
my life would be
more than complete
and, to that end,
no other would have a seat
in the heavens
your blushed beauty seems to create.

And by heavens I mean
the dream - such a dream --
that no matter how real it may seem,
always eludes any man;
until, that is, they meet
the one to take a heart
and take it forever.

I swear it.
My words hold more truth
than any act could show,
yet I know. Know the question,
such a question, that scratches
so deeply. Itches at your mind
until all else melts away
leaving only the want.
The want for the truth.
So I say it,
here and now, my moon.

I wish to behold you,
and only you;
the one I so tenderly declared my moon
on the night the stars seemed dim;
for as long as time grants me.
For all the cosmos stands still
and fades in darkness
compared to you, my moon.
For I, the Earth, am bound to you
by forces I care not to contemplate
and instead rather accept as fate.
A fate that I shall never doubt
or unseeingly hate.

Stand there before
your blushed face I shall,
for all my years.
Through all the tears
and fear, smiles and
laughter, and
most importantly,
with the greatest devotion,
through the hardship
all love must endure.
For I, my moon,
swear by my word.
You are my, but one, moon.

Sincerely yours,
A heart for the taking.