Indebted Poem, by H. Ray Davis, at My poetic side

My dear, I am in debt to you.

For the times I have looked at you, my eyes are filled with joy.

I owe you. For the sweetness of the things you have spoken to me are like drops of honey melting on my tongue.

I am in debt to you. For the brief times I have held you I have lived a lifetime of love.

I owe you. For all of the nights I have dreamed of our next meeting.

I live with the constant aching of feeling my hand on your face and the hope of a look of contentment in your eyes.

I am sure I will live my life a debtor. How could I ever repay the happiness you have given back to me?

Before you my smile was only a reflex, but now a permanent thing that glows inside of me.

My love, I am in debt to you.

H R Davis

Comments +

Fay Slimm. August 22nd, 2018 07:36
Romantic and very appealing H.R. - the lady in question will be delighted to read this confession of indebted love. Look forward to reading more of your work.
H. Ray Davis August 22nd, 2018 07:49
Thank you. These letters are a collection of things left unsaid to the woman I’ve created in my mind, but I’m glad someone likes them.

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