I Bathe in Verbiage on Your Behalf, My Sweet

I shall retrieve my right to be happy,
Forthwith, and use it, most notably, to
Come to you, to insist, as is my right,
That I be your lover. I am, after all,
He who loves you the most, and you
Are the one who, though feigning
Indifference, also loves me, more than
Others, I reckon. I'm out of the hospital.
My heart's been fixed, so the long months
Of exile, held back from happiness, seem
To have ended. My sentence was served,
And I'm here on the gangplank, descending
Toward you. Will you let yourself have me,
Let yourself be held by the one you bring
Joy, and be happy yourself? You should,
You know. It is your right.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-22 at 16:16

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Lawtence, I imagine this being spoken by a good Irish actor...remonstrating the other half. Loved it.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Unrequited love. Always painful and always there.
Good poem.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Larry.