I Know That I Love You…2409

I know that I love you, my dear, yes! Oh you name! …Lord thee bless! works with the infirm, comes home late, A role she plays, ordained by fate. Study the tomes, all night long. So can cut through, many a thong. Pops a pill, to sack it late, across the bed, a pile of hate. Few snatched moments, on the line. Scarcely if ever; a quaff of wine. Long now forgotten, is out to dine, weekends trudge, stringing laundry line. Oh! Loved the firs and rustling pines Cutting through wrists are daunting twines I know that I love you, my dear, yes! Oh you name! …Lord thee bless! In a far off land only a name resides. Hardly if ever the time coincides. But a hope is kindled and kept alive. A direction and path along which to strive. Mops up home that's really not hers. Nor was she ever gifted any furs. A sweet simple girl, inside resides. Needs an arm to hold and hide. Who'll softly touch in a caring squeeze. Who'll walk her along on the beech. Look deep in her eyes and say not a bit. Make her smile by his beam and wit. I know that I love you, my dear, yes! Oh you name! …Lord thee bless! (Islamabad) (Sept 24,2009)