How you use this poem may be as important as what you write. Will you read it aloud or pass her a note? Will you put it on plain paper or dress it ornately? Will you present it privately or proudly broadcast your emotion? This is up to you. Be bold but again, don't over-do it. Know your target.
I believe good writing should step off the page by itself without fancy fonts or the writer there to read it. In this case, I'll make an exception. Take this opportunity to highlight your other skills. If you can draw, paint, play music or build with your hands, showcase that here. Frame your work. Make the page beautiful. Create a song.
Surprise her and be yourself. Be amazing and good luck.
by Marvin Bell
You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
and a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
of a windy night, it brushes the wall
and sweeps away the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are lost are all equal."
But it isn't true. If I lost you,
the air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you,
I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
written for our wedding
by Eighty Six
Many of you know what it is, struggle
To explain, but could not survive without.
It happened to me in spring, by the water.
Figured we'd stroll to the park, feel some sun,
Watch sunbolts dart through impatient weather
Crowded, stuck in line over Puget Sound.
I respond: "Doesn't look like rain." My nose
At your earlobe. You've been climbing with plums
Or zesting lemons. Hits me in the brain
Every time. The clouds pile up like wet socks
And damp blankets. You say they're more like sheep
Playing in the wind. The bay grows shark teeth
Or wolves' fangs. The flock spooks, panics, gallops
Over the Olympics toward Mount Rainier.
Pillows become washrags and frog-sized drops
Start flying in sideways. Running for shade,
Dodging flash-puddles, sunglasses clouded
Under an awning, breath short, kisses warm
Like home. Wiping rain from cool cheeks. Never
Let you go. Never want to see you cry.