It has been a difficult day. I’m struggling with iambic pentameter in what I consider an important poem that’s turning into a multi-day project. It has driven all meter and rhyme out of my mind, so this will have to be a free verse day.
by Mike Patrick
Love is a gift I offer you.
There is no price.
You need give nothing in return,
It’s yours for the taking.
This hand I extend to you
Is to help you up when you are down.
It is offered freely.
If you don’t take it, it is still there.
The prayer I offer in your name
Is heard by God.
His blessings follow you
When I’m not around.
Gifts are given in love.
No need to ask why.
Like tears, they are given once
And are never taken back.