Books grow dusty unread on a shelf. The poetry of love doesn’t write itself. Bicycles unridden grow squeakier by the day. Hearts untethered slowly drift away. ~ Kisses can heal the mouths mistakes. Eyes can see when smiles are fakes. Arms can hold or they can harm. Words can hurt or they can charm. ~ Time that’s misspent is time we lose. Time together is the time we choose. Nothing is wasted when all is used. Love’s created when souls are fused. ~ Choices made are for us to make. Trust in another is to never forsake. Relationships are all these things. And when it’s right what joy it brings.
Our day apart has yet to start, already I’m missing you. I woke at dawn with a stretch and yawn, my morning looking blue. ~ Alone I sit, reminiscing a bit, thinking of the things we do. We talk and smile and hug a while, then kiss an hour or two. ~ My watch I spy with a longing eye, wishing this day was through. The feelings clear that you’re my dear, you make each minute new. ~ Awake I dream a subconscious stream, my world comes in view. Silently I sing of the joy you bring, thankful our love is true.
The sun yet risen, the sky yet blue. Yet my day grows brighter in my view. A dream begins when I open my eyes. The truth is seen as she lies. ~ Truth is felt with a gentle kiss. She pulls me closer to share the bliss. I feel her breath, our heartbeats in sync. Our body’s one, none to think. ~ But if thoughts be had none compare. A fantasy found, in love we stare. Temperatures rise in the new dawns glow. Our senses awaken, whispers flow. ~ Visions guide our pleasures sought. Tomorrow’s now, time has taught. Our love given is love received. And another day we’ve achieved.
I warn you now, do not read this. There are no verses of enlightened bliss. There’s not a word you would ever miss. It’s but a passage as I reminisce. ~ Parts are true, some maybe not. Time has fogged and some forgot. Its pages of perspective yet to have a plot, it’s yet to have an end or a juggernaut. ~ To a readers’ mind it’s a fictional brew. And like yours parts too are true. Our characters blended to shade our hue. Our morals sculpted to fit our view. ~ Dreams are added, we all share those. They’re a third of our life no one knows. They’re also the guide that shapes and grows. Our time awake, the dreaming then shows. ~ Memories linger and lessons remain. There’s good and bad but none to regain. Forwards the choice regardless the brain, the author’s irrelevant; we’ve all had our pain. ~ If you’ve read this far just wait and see. Our stories are similar, I think you’ll agree. Our life is lived with hopes to be free. And the ending’s the same for you and me.
If love is blind I need to see no more. The vision in my mind’s everlasting and pure. If love is blind the future I now see, our senses felt as one, together you and me. ~ If to know love’s blind the truth then is clear. Each time I close my eyes her touch is always near. If to know what you feel your sight then is set. Eyes see each other and stare with no regret.
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.
Be daily impressed and impress.
Depress as needed, never regress.
Less to suppress is a better guess.
Success is not always progress.
Give more, don’t settle for less.
Lies compound, do confess.
Love’s a belief to profess.
And press on through the mess.
Summer love leads to fall.
Autumnal changes effects all.
Leaves turn, soon to drop.
Life moves on and won’t stop.
Chills felt to the bone.
Warmth’s gone when alone.
Seasons cycle as they must.
Tomorrows come, we have to trust.
Truth felt in the heart.
Minds make lies art.
Sleep’s unknown for many a night.
Sadness fills each line I write.
If not loved a future is to find.
If not a poet, perhaps then blind.
Hues created we want to see.
Now the fall’s here for you and me.
Mornings give light.
Emotion fills night.
Eyes force sight.
Legs flee plight.
Opinions oft slight.
Truth’s never quite.
Souls know right.
Minds will fight.
Hearts feel blight.
Tomorrows bring fright.
Yesterday lends insight.
Fortitude means might.
Sparks do ignite.
Love shines bright.
Hands do write.
Life’s to delight.
Nights end all too soon.
Tomorrows begin with a setting moon.
The sun will rise, together we’ll be.
Our day’s near, my sunshine I’ll see.
Kisses felt in the heart.
Mine beats faster from the start.
Todays end, then another there’ll be.
The future’s bright for you and me.
We’ve dinner on the bay.
The sunset’s on its way.
Evening spent at home,
a page of our life’s tome.
I’ve visions of our time,
I write for you in rhyme.
Words I present to you,
to show my love is true.
You’re always on my mind,
because you’re sweet and kind.
Your smile lets me know,
that our love will grow.
Your touch warms my heart.
Each day’s a brand new start.
And when this day does end,
a sonnet I shall send.
These poems that I share,
is to show you that I care.
These words that you read,
is to know your love I need.
I feel a masterpiece is on the way.
But don’t look now, it’s not today.
I’ll write it all in a lyrical rhyme.
I’ll write of joy and precious time.
I’ll write of life and of love.
I’ll write of stars that shine above.
I’ll write of places that we’ve seen.
And the quiet times in between.
We’ve delightful dinners with lovely views,
and our times together with no shoes.
I’ll write of walks in the sand.
I’ll write of sunsets hand in hand.
I feel this masterpiece is well underway.
I feel it growing every day.
Now volumes I’ll write of loving you.
With a lifetime ahead before it’s through.