A Slightly Historical Love Poem
If we had been in the same platoon during Vietnam, I would have jumped on a grenade for you.
You are my dirty little secret, like a speakeasy in the days prohibition saw through.
Even those long sentences of an alcoholic Faulkner can't express the emotion,
Nor the timelessness of the stories from Titanic, lost in the ocean.
Like Bonnie and Clyde, we are a combined force,
And our passion rivals Catherine the Great's for that horse.
Not only do I love you more than I can say,
but we're building our own history day by day...
Needs lots of work, but this is my roughdraft and I'm working with these metaphors to try and produce something better.
