A couple who are so different that they are on different poles.
Your skin glows like apple blossoms crispy as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your cymbals voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name. The evening ascends in on a great vulture wing. I am calmed by your heavy ducking that I carry into the twilight of money beams and hold next to my pancreas. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of coke-a-cola. As my heart falls from your brain, I am reminded of your frown. In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring. My heated gallbladder breathes inside my feet. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret toes so that we may seek as one, gallbladder to gallbladder, in search of the glorious rust sensual tools of love. Poetry soup has a section on here that you can use called, "The love poem generator". I put in some words and boy did I laugh. LOL...
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