On The Keyboard

On The Keyboard

I look at my keyboard as I type.
It amazes me when I look at the letters.
How much they mean when they come to life
By telling of your hair blowing in the breeze.
By rearranging the movement of my fingers
I can tell of how I looked into your eyes
And saw peace and joy.
Once again, my fingers move as I rush to express
The pleasure of your lips touching mine.
My mind is losing to my heart.
This keyboard is inadequate to say
What I want to say with you in my arms,
Your heart beating on my breast.
My fingers no longer on the keyboard;
But my fingers entwined with yours.
My thoughts formed in words and not letters.
Right next to your ear, softly, deeply:
I love you.

Jerry Tenney

 

This is so corny and badly written.

Try again.

 

I can appreciate the sentiment that lies behind this all too well. having been in a few relationships that have had to be long distance for amounts of time including my present one.

Life can be corny and badly written. This ain't as bad as all that. Sour grapes...

 

Yes, life can be so; yet one cannot use that as an excuse to write shit poetry.