Something in the way you speak to me
Voice smoothing out the wrinkles of my soul...

Things I have done for which I am not proud
There are things that were done that may be wrong...

Each morning as I rise from bed
I stumble down life's path...

The incredible warmth that I feel
Is your love wrapping around my soul...

Sunlight occasionally shining through
Rain cascading down onto me...

The rain falls like tears of love
As the dark skies shower our life today...

Deeper than the ocean blue
Stronger than the toughest steel...

No heart
No soul...

As the golden orange sets into the sea
Radiant last light reflected in your eyes...

As I pack your things
I am struck with the thought...

We do what we must
In order to survive...

I really hate math
Poems should not require counting...