Love poems are many.
True love’s but few.
Love poems worked out.
True love’s in you.
Love poems imagined,
penned from the blue.
True love is felt,
a shared point of view.
Love poems warm hearts.
True love warms through.
Love poems we read.
True love we do.
Awake to a dream and all of our wishes,
we’ve cuddles and kisses, a hit with the misses.
Good morning my love a new day’s begun.
Let’s rise to new heights and follow the sun.
On a breeze we’ll soar and glide evermore,
with stars to guide our fates we’ll explore.
Our views aligned our vision’s ahead,
our eyes on each other and forward we’re led.
Laughter we treasure with each new endeavor.
Time on our side our love is forever.
Our evening’s sublime our morning’s delicious,
we’ve cuddles and kisses there are no near misses.
Confined in a box within our visual sphere,
we search for direction hoping that it’s near.
Clouds confound the senses making life unclear,
we run to our horizons but a new will appear.
The earth is standing still hurtling through space.
Our seconds are but few in this universal race.
Feet compound the miles speeding up the pace.
Steps left behind we hope will leave a trace.
The sun will rise again when yesterday is through.
Darkness always follows shrinking our world view.
Dreams come into focus when the brain gets a clue.
Our eyes both close and open but reality’s up to you.