EVERY NOTE OF LIFE

EVERY NOTE OF LIFE
       (FOR KYLE)

Every note of life rings happy,
Every song of hope rings true,
Every line I write seems sappy,
All because of you.

Every taste of love is sweet.
Since you crossed my threshold.
Every kiss from you a treat,
That welcomes me into the fold.

You with your industrial strength vaccuum,
Your moist and succulent granite wipes.
You and your funny kitchen broom,
You are so totally my type.

Every dance of dreams is golden,
Since I found you years ago,
To you I am alas beholden,
And you melt my tears like winter snow.

Some day when I can't move at all,
And all my parts they slip and sag.
Just vaccuum me up without a thought,
Then empty and replace the bag.

Then put my ashes on the mantel,
Live pure and chaste the rest of your days.
For I'll be watching from my perch,
And I'll point out your errant ways.

I'll frown at every man you bring home,
Jinx your every affair,
Until a suitable period of mourning,
And then perhaps I shall not care.

For I want you always to be happy,
That your every song of hope ring true.
I want your love life to be sappy,
With your partner fine and new.

For you gave me love so sweet and tender,
Ever since you graced my stairs,
And you have stayed when hope was slender,
Chased away a world of cares.

You and your industrial vacuum,
You and your golf club shoe horn,
You whistle me a happy tune,
And lend a smile to every morn.

You have made this life worth living,
You and your heart of rugged steel.
And filled my soul with sweet thanksgiving,
My sure companion at the wheel.

You have filled my world with such confetti,
With the colors bright of every hue,
A heaping plate of pasta, a lasagna or spaghetti,
Seasoned with marinara or a dash of Ragu.

You are every breath I breathe,
Every hope to which I cleave.
Your body's like a county fair,
With cotton candy everywhere.

You are my one and only man,
My circus and my caravan.
My friends are all aghast to see,
That someone loves a freak like me.

As long as you stay, it's a happy day.
I'm like Lazarus raised from the dead.
You love with such ease a brain so diseased,
A horn on each side of my woebegone head.

Every love song has its story,
Every partnership its song,
Ours is one of lasting glory,
Since the day you came along.

Every note of life rings happy,
Every song of hope rings true.
Every line I write seems sappy,
All because of you.

-Bruce Potts
 Copyright 2012
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED