Valentines #1

Submitted by Caleb on Sat, 02/16/2019 - 02:25

The Original
I’d like to be unique in all I do,
To see the beauty hid from other’s view,
To speak the thing that’s seldom said but true.
But when I come to weigh what is your virtue’s due,
I am compelled to join all men in praising you.


The Cynic
Those words of love, the promise of your lips,
Were thin and breakable as potato chips;
No longer than a bag our love did last —
One of those bags mostly filled with air
That go so fast.

The Happily Puzzled Statistician
There are so many stars in the sky,
If up to a star I could fly,
Statistically do you think that I
Would happen to light upon the most habitable one?
So how on earth could it be
That she, of all people, loves me!
In mathematical probability
Should I of all men be the most happiest one?

Author's age when written


Wow, the imagery of a sad, air-filled potato chip bag was something I didn't see coming/would never think of! I really liked the rhyming scheme and tempo of all of them, but the Cynic was my favorite.

Introverts unite!
From the comfort of your own homes!

I love these!! That’s so cool!

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.


And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse