Sweet Perfume
If I compare you to a sweet perfume
I would only know your gentle fragrance,
or the beauty of your fragile bottle.
I would miss the kindness of your sweet voice
and the laughter from your wit and humor.
For a scent alone can not define you.
Should I compare you to a fine, red wine?
I can admire your vibrant, intense colors,
and take in your complex, rich aroma.
I can taste your subtle mix of flavors
that age and maturity have brought out
in a way that youth stands no chance to compete.
No, even something as complex as wine,
with all the senses it fully engages,
can not start to describe in full all
the depths and fullness that pulls me to you.
You are you and no metaphor describes
all you have come to mean to me my dear.
About Larry D. Burton
I'm a 55 year old controls engineer who just likes tinkering with stuff.
Finished high school at a local institute of learning. Decided it wasn't a good time to be a healthy, physically fit 18 year old with no college experience. Entered college and started working toward a degree in animal husbandry.
1975-1976
Discoverd that I was not going to be a very good husband of animals so I left school to figure out what I might be good at. A local beverage company took pity on me and paid me to go from place to place making sure their on tap beverages were maintaining their high quality.
1976-1979
Got out of quality control and into vending. Learned about control systems and refrigeration also learned that vending machines are heavy and vending doesn't pay all that well.
In 1977 I found myself married
1979-1981
Dedicated myself to installing and maintaining commercial refrigeration equipment. Found myself on the roof of a local grocery store one night in the middle of an ice storm replacing a compressor and figured it was time to get back into school.
1981-1986
Got my but back into school at night and changed jobs to keep the mechanical and electrical systems of a local coporate hospital in working order. The job expanded to unstopping drains and burning lab samples and amputated body parts.
1986-now
Finished school and took on a job designing, installing and maintaining industrial control systems. Along the way I picked up a bunch of computer skills that became very useful connecting various industrial controllers to one another and moving the data into coporate databases. I now operate Dallas Bay Technologies, a one man shop specializing in technology solutions for industrial problems.
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Larry I just woke up & read this, now I have tears in my eyes..Not going to be worth a shit all day now..Just Kidding…What got me was "Her sweet voice,laughter, wit & humor..snif, snif…SO SWEET!!!Gerri you have 2 be LOVING THIS!!!
snif snifI swear this brought tears down my face..
Wow. All I did for Valentine’s Day was to buy a card. Barbara was pleased, but your contribution was way, way beyond the ordinary. I am assuming that poem was presented to your wife on the day.
I liked it, a lot.
Felix, on Valentines Day I promised Gerri a whole week of poems for her. I didn’t have them written when I promised them to her, it was sort of done on a whim. So far there are three with this being the third one. I wrote a haiku last night that will publish here at midnight and will be copied to a note in Facebook. She doesn’t read here so I can tell you about the haiku without spoiling her surprise. I’m working on a sonnet now for Thursday. Depending on how it goes with the sonnet I may try an ode for Friday and finish up with open verse for Saturday.
This project has been challenging. I thought the haiku would be easy but I spent more time per syllable on that piece than I have the previous poems. It is challenging but I may be getting more out of this than Gerri.
I am really impressed now, Larry. A different form for each day. You ought to have Valentine cred for many a year.
Yeah, a haiku is hard in proportion to its shortness, as well as its rigorous form. Hard to do, but then, all poetry is hard to write. Those who have written the greatest poetry make every line seem inevitable and completely natural. Lots of effort goes into each word, though.
Well, in the end I had to just write what was in me. I’ll tackle the sonnet and the ode when I don’t have a promise to keep.