Poetry of the Tides

To Love You

To love you takes work,

I hate to make known.  

But you are a soul that takes time and effort to love.

It does not mean I dislike you in the least.

I could not bare  hatred toward you.

Sweet one, I have turned over backwards and sideways to love you.

I have given you my youth, my health, and more to earn your bit of a smile.

I did so much to see that myth of a smirk.

To hear that laughter which was so rare of silver bells.

Sweet one, listen as to love you takes a lot of work.

What I say is not romantic as so much as it is fact.

I dried all your tears,

I slayed the monsters at your doors,

I came into battle for you when I was bleeding out.

For I did not want depression and anger to remain your only friends.

You ought to have more color in your world other then grays. 

I made the world gay again.

For you I gathered the stars and moon,

I made night into day,

All to have you stay.

I did not want you to go. 

I did not want you to sink into woe.

Oh sweet one, why did you do that?

Dare ask me now once it was all done?

Dare ask me why had I left once no more I had to give?

Sweet one, to love you takes a lot of work. 

I am sorry to say. . .

For now I cannot stay.