New poem

When I was too-young didn't know I was in love with you.
That would come later, and too late to do anything about.

I might complain that my poems never had enough 

   nouns.

I really did try with poems, not making them all about 

The girl who first made me notice girls to begin with.

The vowels came even harder than the nouns would. 

When I wrote something I liked I'd congratulate myself.

There were little brake throughs. 'Stars' was one of them,

Only, nobody knew what it was about. I drank in bars.

Read from poets now would be too obscure to mention.

I just wrote for the love of writing. One day, with a bit more 

Experience I would find my sea legs. The poems began 

   to flow.

An image was no longer a mystery to me. Vowels came 

Home to roost. My love for you had faded, yes,

But I'd explain away as best I could with the memory of 

You in my heart. You were rich a muse as ever there was.

Now I move on to discover what else there is to write

   about, other than loving you.