The Poem

This is the poem I wrote for Lucia and sorta recited to her on top of the Empire State Building on December 21, 1996 while proposing to her.

The idea of the poem was taken from the song The Rose by Bette Midler. This was the first song that Lucia and I heard together while putt-putting on our second date together in 1994. The song reminds me of what she was (and still is) to me. The last verse goes like this:

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far
beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose

My application of the song to my life went like this: The night was very lonely and the road was quite long. I did not feel lucky or strong. I was the seed that lay under the bitter winter snow and it was Lucia’s warm love that brought life to this lonely boy. For this I am eternally grateful to God for bringing her into my life. I have never gotten over the fact that she said “yes” that night on the 87th floor observation deck.

Here’s the poem that I wrote for that night:

My Dearest Darling Lucia,

The seed was planted in the winter, so it goes,
And with the approach of spring so comes the rose.

I was that seed so delicately placed,
And you were the sun that shone upon my face.

Together we shared the joys of love,
With the blessings of our Creator, who dwells above.

For it is he who brought you into my life,
And now I ask, will you be my wife.

And she said, “YES”!!!

I’m amazed that God continues to grow my affection and admiration for her, now 14 years later. I loved her then. It is a continuing, unfolding adventure that is deepening by the day. She is my gift from God.

My All-Time Favorite Poem

Batter My Heart, by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end,

Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue,

Yet dearly’I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy;

Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I

Except you entrhral me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.