I've built some shoddy houses,
And mighty fine apartments.
Railroad sleeper cars,
With overhead compartments.
Chinese puzzle boxes
Meant to obfuscate and tease.
Dungeon cells whose prisoners
Confess just to appease.
Skyscrapers tall enough,
To reach unto the Lord.
Matchboxes that rattle,
Like a dried out Autumn gourd.
Silk cocoons awaiting
summer's chrysalis.
Boats now docked at ports
I swear I'll never miss.
But though I may keep building
Through eternity,
I'll never build a finer match,
Than you and me.
Author notes
Please read poem before notes. Thank you! 
This is just a bit of fluff,
that isn't near enough,
to garner much praise.
But it is the first,
I've written,
in days and days and days.
The "building" I refer to is the building with words that I do every day as a commercial
copywriter. Some days better, some days worse. Some days I just sit and sharpen or oil
my tools. {sigh} Is it Winter Yet?
Comments
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Cute
I wasn't expecting that ending! Didn't peg it as a love poem at first. This was cute and endearing.
Suggestions: Separate it into stanzas? Then you can make consistent rhyme throughout the poem.
That said, I really like the piece. Thanks for sharing!
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