Letter to a Lasting Love

Little Prince, I loved you at first sight. 

When I came to know you better,

your inner beauty matched and deepened
the sweet exterior, so my love deepened too.

I grew more intimate with you; at first 

swiftly, immediately, filled with increasing 

excitement and wonder ... astonished, rapturous.

Then even closer and better: leisurely, gradually.

'Time cannot weary nor custom stale.' I return

again and again, sometimes after long absence –

yet, you are never truly far from me. Your words

whisper often in my innermost ear, sound in my heart.

Oh excellent teacher and friend, I am and am not

possessive. I hold your physical body close, clasped

to my breast. Yet I share you with many. Once you lent 
one man and me your language (before he returned to his star).

Responding to Magaly's irresistible prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads': My Dearest Book, I Wrote You a Poem ...  
(But the phrase in quotes is, of course, from Shakespeare.)

Book of Words

My book of words 

is a testament to rapture,

a mimicry of treasures I find

outside the book – leaves

in a tracery of lace on sky, 

clouds like angels 

vastly soaring aloft, 

liquid-throated calls 

of currawongs ... do you see

how my book of words

frees these delights 

and countless more
each time I open the cover?

Written for Words Count with Mama Zen at 'imaginary garden with real toads': a poem of up to 60 words, preferably entitled 'Book of Words', and including three words from a list of her children's favourites. (My three are 'testament', 'rapture' and 'mimicry'. Great words, kids!)

Also linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #370