How Much Do You Love Me?

August 27th, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson
  • Read it as a poem.
  • Read it as a rhyme.
  • Read it as a song in 2/4 time.
  • Read it through until the end.
  • It’s just my way
  • To try and explain
  • What’s going on with me again.

How much do you love me?

  • I’m not asking for the depth of the ocean,
  • Nor the breadth of the sky.
  • Nor the height of the mountaintop that towers so high.
  • Just…

How much do you love me?

  • I live in fear from day to day
  • Of hearing you say, “Three!”
  • One word to send me far away
  • When you’ve lost your love for me.
  • I break a glass.
  • I burn a meal.
  • I have no class
  • But my tears are real.

How much do you love me?

  • Do you love me enough to push me through places where I fear to go?
  • Do you love me enough to pull me through places where I balk and slow?
  • Do you love me enough to keep me at your side through thick and thin?
  • It’s the bottom of the ninth.
    • The bat is shaking in my hand.
  • Do you love me enough to keep me, although I may strike out again?
  • If the answer is yes
  • I must confess
  • As to how much I love you.
  • And hope you can see within my heart
  • That my words are true.

How much do you love me?

  • I know I may have forfeited
  • The chance to share your name.
  • I know I may never be
  • More than a sub in your game.
  • Still I love you enough to stay with you, wherever you take the team.
  • I love you enough to stay at your side until the end of the dream.
  • I love you enough to live with the fear of hearing the dreaded word three.
  • I love you enough to stay at your side, wherever your side might be.

How much do you love me?

  • The answer becomes non-essential.
  • There’s really no need to know.
  • For I will love you as long as I stay
  • With a love that will stay, if ever I go.
  • But still it would be so nice to know…

How much do you love me?

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How Could I Know

July 22nd, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson
  • How could I know I would miss you so much
  • When missing you was such
  • An everyday thing?
  • How could I know I would long for your touch,
  • Perpetually so distant.
  • How could I know it would be so insistent?
  • At the break of mid-day,
  • I reach for a hand that is no longer there;
  • I strain to hear
  • The soft, firmness of a voice I so seldom heard;
  • To see emptiness filled by reading a word:
  • A name,
  • Your name,
  • Yet, not even yours.
  • How could I know in my fantasy
  • That good bye would be
  • A word so filled with reality,
  • A world so full of finality
  • How could I know?

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