as i told you guys i have been very busy... and i am sorry that i have not written any poems for a LONG time... but here is one i just wrote for school... it still needs some touch-ups but i think its ok so far~

My true love’s hand wears no golden ring
With fingers long to stroke my waiting face
No pretty loving songs his voice doth sing
Or spoken poems to fill the empty space.
If strong arms make a true love bold
In this arena also my friend doth fail
For his are thin and not designed to hold
Yet my love refuses to reduce to proper scale
If talent on a sporting field marks love
Mine has again far missed its mark
For he would rather sit and watch the dove
Or nestle in my arms to watch the fire spark
Yet, my uncomplicated one feels warm and right
Nestled near the fireplace with tail curled tight.