poetry soup very own love poem generator see side list on left
never noticed this feature before lol will come in handy when the muse as done a runner and its your loved ones birthday
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms beautiful as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your trumpet voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name, dianne.
The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
I am calmed by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of tree beams and hold next to my arms.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my legs falls from my shoes, it reminds me of your hand.
In the hushed, I listen for the last shout of the spring.
My heated lips leaps to my scarf. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret road so that we may run as one, lips to lips, in search of the glorious red and spiritual moon of love.
Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2017