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Published:February 10th, 2012 14:39 EST
For Valentine's Day: I Can`t Write the Words

For Valentine's Day: I Can`t Write the Words

By Ed Roberts

Since Valentine`s Day is coming I wanted to post two poems I have written for my wife. I try and write a poem for her each year, it is not as easy as it seems since we have been married 35 years now.

 

I Can`t Write the Words

 

I can`t write the words

To tell you how I feel

How much that my heart hurts

Whenever you`re not here

How hard it is I pray

Just to have another day

To be here by your side

But no matter how hard I try

I can`t write the words

 

Sittin here

I can see everything I have

And you know

It makes me very glad

That you are here

You see

It doesn`t matter much to me

A house or a car

It just matters where you are

That`s where I wanna be

I gotta be

You see

My life was just an empty page

Then you came along

You wrote every song

Made my heart play along

With yours

It`s sad

That I keep sitting here

Trying to write a simple song

Just to let you know that you belong

Here by my side

But no matter how hard I try

I just can`t write the words

 

I can`t write the words

To tell you how I feel

How much that my heart hurts

Whenever you`re not here

How hard it is I pray

Just to have another day

To be here by your side

But no matter how hard I try

I can`t write the words

 

No

You make the music

But I just can`t write

The words

 

 Ed Roberts 2/22/01

(Taken from my fisrt book A Poet`s Last Stend)

 

 

Letha

(Taken from  my 3rd book Everything Must Have a Beginning, a Middle, and an End)

 

Letha is my love
Letha is my life
She is the air that I breathe
The second beat of my heart
Or is she the first

 

By my side she was there
When they said
That I may never walk again

 

She was there
When I lost my job
More than once
And even when I lost my career

 

She was there
When I nearly lost my mind
And more times than I can count
My life as well

 

Many would have packed their things
And run towards the nearest exit
Especially when a woman
That I worked with
Claimed that I had grabbed her breast
Yes
That would have done it for most
But she stayed there by my side
Even through that
Because Letha knew that they were wrong
Those that believed her
For Letha understands the meaning of the word love
And knows there is no woman alive
That I would risk losing her over

 

As many would say
I would die for her
My Letha
Without hesitation
But more importantly
I will live for her

Every moment
That I am given upon this Earth

With her
I will gladly share

 

In my dreams

When I reach into the darkness
To pull another body close to mine
She is the one I am reaching for
And every morning when I awake
She is there
Waiting for me still


She truly is the air that I breathe
The well from which my soul drinks

A day has not passed
That I have not stopped for a moment
To thank God in Heaven
For bringing you into my life
And for making you my wife

 

I love you
Letha
And will do so
Even after the end of time

You are the second beat of my heart
Or maybe
You were the first

 

Ed Roberts
Written in Amman 9/7/05

 

I had to travel halfway around the world
Just to write this poem for her