Lella M Fulton

Author: lellamfulton

  • I Love Thee

    I Love Thee

    I love thee in many ways, how shall I count them now?
    I love the way you smile at me, with joy upon your brow.

    I love that you are generous, even when I’m being a hag.
    I love that you still grope me, even though my breasts have begun to sag.

    I love that you treat me kindly, even when I’m feeling blue.
    I love that you overlook the way, my waist has gotten huge.

    I love that you are dependable, and you believe in the greater good.
    I love that you stand for what is right, when no one else would have stood.

    I love that you rarely cry, and that you hardly sit and brood.
    I love that your sense of humor, is often pretty rude.

    I love the sarcasm in your soul, it finds kinship with me.
    I love you love adventure, and new things we get to see.

    I love that you like my mind, and find passion in my thoughts.
    I love that you calm me down, when my stomach is tied in knots.

    I love the way you kiss my lips, and show me that you care.
    I love when you touch me, it’s like an answered prayer.

    I love thee in so many ways, I couldn’t name them all.
    I love thee so very much, in my heart you’re ten feet tall.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I wrote this as a touching ode to unconditional love and devotion. I love my husband so much. I am celebrating the beauty my spouse sees in me, even after all the years together. I still love his quirks, resilience, and his unwavering support. I admire my spouse deeply and I don’t know how to express that to him.

  • A Tribute to Penelope Bridgerton

    A Tribute to Penelope Bridgerton

    Alone in my chambers, quill in my hand,
    Ink pot on the table, quietly I stand,

    Pondering my future, whatever will be,
    Will I become a wife? Will I sit embroidering by the sea?

    London is my town, England is my home,
    But my deepest fear now, is being forever alone,

    Will I have a companion, a partner in life?
    Experience passion…between my milky-white thighs?

    To receive a man’s seed…for my belly to swell,
    Could I give him a child? Have a love story to tell?

    Am I condemned to a life, as a companion to mother?
    While I’m criticized mercilessly, forever to suffer?

    A home of my own, a place my patience won’t be worn,
    To run my own household, the task for which I was born,

    Wallflower I’m called, and no value I’m given,
    My dance card is empty, to my lips no one listens,

    Words trip my tongue, eloquent at parties…I’m not,
    My writing is witty and sharp…but being left behind is my lot,

    I watch from the sidelines, observe from the shadows,
    Instead of enjoying a ball, it’s like I’m watching the gallows,

    Those needing money and status, deal their daughters for power,
    The rakes prey on the innocent, looking for weak girls to deflower,

    I long for excitement, something just mine,
    Only for me, and everlasting of time,

    My words are my shield, my weapon of choice,
    The truth I will wield…to speak for those without a voice,

    I have built myself a legacy, and I will have my due,
    No one will fell me, just because they were offended by truth,

    After years of waiting for him…my love was suddenly devoted,
    Our passions blazed hot, and our desire exploded,

    Once he found out…he wanted to let my legacy expire…
    But I could not agree…as my work was worth society’s ire.

    I poured my heart and my soul, into those words taking shape,
    When no dance partners came, writing them was my escape,

    It took him some time, to see the value in my work,
    That bold truths had some value, even when they hurt,

    He finally came ’round, this deep love of mine,
    Realizing my heart and my mind, were simply entwined,

    I thought I would never…marry for love or with him…
    Fate brought legacy and love together for me…what a win,

    So I wish you this day, that you always be a believer,
    Don’t give up on your dreams, My Dear Gentle Reader…

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I am a huge fan of Netflix’s Bridgerton. Penelope Featherington is my favorite character. This is a heartfelt poem about love, loneliness, and legacy in 19th-century London… capturing a woman’s journey from fear of solitude to finding passion and purpose through journalism and her greatest childhood love story coming true. Penelope stayed true to herself and convinced her husband to see that her writing is part of what made her who she is.