Bradley Tremmil
MAY I…
May I
Ask if that seat beside you is taken.
May I
Speak from the depth of my soul.
May I
Hold your hand,
So you can feel the vibration
of my truth thru the pulse of my being.
May I
Tell you that I know nobody’s perfect
And we’re all susceptible to silly things,
But er…
Those diamonds in your eyes
Are more than enough
to drive my witty wild.
May I say
Even tho I don’t know you all that well,
I like the fact that you’re fun and you’re bubbly.
May I say
That you’re lovely like a ray of light
which dresses up the smile upon my face,
And when I sing
I’ll want to say them things like
Baby girl let down your mane
And come dance in my rain.
May I say
That I think your heart is like a river
born out of a fountain that never sleeps,
And if I was a tree
I’d choose to be a weeping willow
Just to sap from the essence of your love.
May I further say
You’re like a chapter
from a book I’d never want to end,
Each page never written
is the story ever to be told
And every verse will be
the sonnet that I’m yet down to pen…
May I?
Copyright © 2018 Bradley M. Tremmil
a marriage of powerful imagery and prose
The beauty of art is the food of life.
and is often a movable feast
May I say this is one more terrific poem from what seems like an eternal fount of great love poetry!
Thank you Paul. I don’t know who loves who more. But the poetry is definitely stronger than me. It has a mind of its own.
Ohh my! May I add another compliment!!! You’re doing it very well! Excellent poem!
Muchas gracias senorita!! You may have just inspired something…
May I say that you are very talented and your poems are always a pleasure to read!
Aah Ellie, may I say thank you for your kindness.
very beautiful emotional song, I admire your writing
Thank you Branka for admiring my work. It’s very much appreciated. And yes this is a great song.
Bradley, Bradley. Another amazing piece tugging at the strings of my heart.
Thank you Della, I gratefully accept your compliment. But wait until I blow your mind…maybe.
Oh my goodness Bradley. You know how to reach our souls with your words. I will walk out to my botanical garden now to dry my eyes..
We all have our gardens of love. And if y’all crying I hope its tears of joy. Maybe I should write a piece called ‘Dry your eyes’. I don’t know, we’ll see…maybe.
You seem to bring out all kinds of emotions. But that is ok. Tears are therapeutic. Keep writing and we will reading… and crying… and reading. 🙂
If Carol’s garden and Ellie’s flora is a bit too far then you can reach out to your own botanical and pick some fresh petals to dry your eyes. You can also munch a few while you’re at it my brother. Lol
Thank you, Tasartcraft.
You have brought me venturing deep into the essence of willow tears.
Don’t try for for weep senor Argentina. Well if you need to just cut up some onions. Hehehe.
I will need that onion if you also include a handkerchief
If Carol’s garden and Ellie’s flora is a bit too far then you can reach out to your own botanical and pick some fresh petals to dry your eyes. You can also munch a few while you’re at it my brother. Lol
Actually, my eyes do not need to be wet if you don’t suggest it, and if it is not wet then I don’t have to pick flowers just to dry my eyes.