The first day of our week <br />Is my birthday <br />Do not make it bleak <br />That is all I pray. <br /> <br />I will expect a lot from you <br />To prove your affection <br />It is love's due <br />And it prompts to action. <br /> <br />Give me joy on that day <br />Make my heart race <br />Fill me with a sudden gay <br />Feeling that denies space. <br /> <br />You love me <br />So you always declare <br />You need me <br />In a manner that is rare. <br /> <br />Many men mouth mysteries <br />Of undying love <br />Full of artful intricacies <br />Their hearts in a glove. <br /> <br />Barely seen in doing <br />Barely alert to the other's needs <br />Barely ever losing <br />Barely planting love's true seed.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-it/
