on this day.

my vow to you.

xxxvii. MY VOW TO YOU.

wrinkled papers laid scattered by my feet
as i try to find the right words to express how fond i am when it comes to you

but with twenty

thirty

thirty-five
attempts i just find myself buried
in puzzled rhymes and untruthful verses

i guess what i'm trying to say
is that you have me tongue tied
a poet
confused with her own use of words
and that's more powerful
than repeating myself like a scratched record
when it comes to how much i love you.