Antonela
A woman who is beautiful as a flower, how I admire everything about her.
Priceless she is worth, a sea goat sees her worth. Every admiration she deserves, how praiseworthy I see her worth.
The sea goat knows the challenge. He now knows what she's worth. A beautiful flower whose worth is priceless. Not even the world knows what she is worth.
Priceless.
About this poem
So, the poem starts off with me talking about my wife, Antonela. I mention that I've looked into what her name means because I wanted to understand it better. You know, it's like I wanted to dive into the roots of her identity and see how her name reflects who she is. Then, I dive into expressing how much I love her. I pour out my feelings, using all sorts of words to show just how deeply I feel for her. Every word is filled with this overwhelming sense of affection and admiration for her. It's like I'm painting this picture of her being this incredible person who means everything to me. And then, I bring in this kind of symbolic thing with the sea goat. You know, like in astrology, Capricorn is symbolized by this creature called a sea goat. I compare myself to that, saying I'm like her sea goat. It's a way of saying that I'm always there for her, no matter what, and that we're in this together, navigating through life's highs and lows side by side. Finally, I wrap it up by just reaffirming my love and gratitude for her. I want her to know just how much she means to me, how she's my rock, my everything. It's like a love letter in poem form, celebrating our relationship and the bond we share. So, yeah, that's basically what the poem's all about. It's just me pouring my heart out for Antonela and letting her know how much she's loved and appreciated. more »
Written on January 30, 2024
Submitted by Poet_of_That_Changed on January 30, 2024
Modified by Poet_of_That_Changed on February 06, 2024
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Characters | 360 |
Words | 69 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1 |
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