Nearer to Me Than A Moontide Swoon

Nearer to me than a moontide swoon,
And dearer to me than a dream.
She is fairer to me than a spring's full bloom;
Nearer to me than a moontide swoon.

The winds of dark winter may howl soon
And still could not chill her bright sunny beam;
Nearer to me than a moontide swoon,
And dearer to me than a dream.

-2005

poem by David Zvekic
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The Lazy Poor Poet [Limerick]

There once was a lazy poor poet,
But indignant she didn't quiet know it.
Just one bad review,
And her blood turned all blue,
But she carried on much prouder for it.

One star: it is plenty enough.
For the tripe, for the drivel, and cruft.
When it doesn't keep time,
Paints no image, nor rhyme -
Well no thank you; you've written enough.

You may say that this limerick's a bore -
Because you don't get metaphore,
So you'll no longer see
Any critique from me.
Cry and moan - you'll get five stars for sure!

If you think that this poem's about you:
So sorry - it's probably true.

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poem by David Zvekic
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Love's Logic [Couplet Sonnet]

The more ways I find to express my love,
The more I love you, and the better for love,
And more: What more than seek such ways to it;
Expressing love (and therefore to do it) .
And if my love should make me false I would,
For better no false-love than mere falsehood.
How then is love (which others call) more proved
Than mine is? And not merely false-love's truth?
Where love's logic meets between false or not
No arguments have heard but have forgot
That love is truth - and none is love more false
Than proof; So this I swear on life and pulse:
  That infinite love's true call expresses
  Love is something more than proof professes.

-September 20 2005

poem by David Zvekic
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