A Few Dumb Poems

His Face

His Face

That look of his face,

Be nary a disgrace

That glumness of excitement

Of daring

Cunning

Charm

That air,

Of confidence

Non-hubric pride

All about him

The glimmer of the eye

The air of his stride

Thee be the best I doth love

Thee, thine, thou above all else

Beneath his heavenly grasp

With those radiant eyes

With that air of dusty belief

Inclusive of all what encompassed

Doth he

Alas

'Tis nary to be

And woe

Woe be I

About this

The sad truth

The truth of my life's

Existence.