I don’t know what it is I love the most
Poetry by Philip Miller
for Cathy
I don’t know what it is I love the most
About you: your hair? the color of your eyes?
A skin’s soft touch? Despite how hard I try
To quantify, this list not even close.
Aware of what’s at stake, a lover’s guile
Will seek, entice, construe — all in the name
Of a thing called love — striving to lay claim
To Cupid’s arrows among rank and file.
I know it’s hopeless, still I’ll itemize —
Give name to beauty that surrounds you —
And pray you overlook what I have missed.
Please keep in mind it’s you I idealize —
You I dream: let my love for you accrue
Make room for hope that this world still holds bliss.
Philip Miller’s poetry has been published by The Rumen, Merion West, Midsummer Dream House, The Central Texas Writers Society, Lucky Lizard, The Brussels Review, and October Hill Magazine. Philip is Associate Professor of Music Theory & Composition at the Ingesund School of Music, Arvika, Sweden. As a graduate student, Philip studied creative writing with David Wevill at the University of Texas. Born in Butler, Pennsylvania, Philip currently resides in Stockholm together with his wife.
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