
| Aithril's Poetry Collection
Author: Aithril the Elf-Maiden I've finally produced some poems of my own and I'm quite proud of them. Feel free to leave a comment or two on whichever you like.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Poetry - Chapters: 8 - Words: 1,656 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-13-04 - id: 1608418
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A/N: My absolute favorite poem. You can criticize all you want, but there's a 99.9999-repeating-% chance that I'll totally ignore you. ^_^ I love this poem the way it is, but please, feel free to make suggestions. Just know (as We Know!) you probably won't be heeded on this one.
But feel free to crumple up the other ones all you want.
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We Know
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I know how you like your ice cream,
with the cherry on the side
and how the nanna goes on top-
It deserves the attention, you explain.
You know that I can't stay asleep past ten
in the live long day and
haven't seen the end of a movie
since I was seven.
I know the way you love your men in uniform,
eyeing them sweetly as they pass
with a nudge to my side
and a chuckle in my ear.
You know the crimson-eyed man I loved-
and lost-
never having held him in my arms.
I know the very scent of your hair-
Pineapples with cinnamon spice a mingling
when you release it from its tie.
You know of my infamous culinary skills-
I can't cook without you looking
since the time I baked pizza the
dog wouldn't eat.
I know how someday
(maybe with that man in uniform),
You'd like to have and eat two children,
then birth a boy named
Joey and castrate him.
You know I fear the dark,
except for you- The Real Dark-
and slept with a night light by my bed
until I was eleven.
I know you don't want to get old,
asked to be done away with
by the time
you turn forty-
and I stopped you by promising
I'd get the beauty mark off my back
that just might be Cancer.
I know also these troubles will turn into triumphs.
When we're old in my beachside villa,
discussing exactly what vacation we'll choose for our children,
our grandchildren and your husband in uniform,
I'll sip my orange soda and say
"I love you, dark."
and I don't know now,
but maybe then you'll feel free to respond,
"Love you too, light."
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