Poetrysoup Love Poem Creator
Your skin glows like the Pommegranite, blossoms Hot as the Daffodil in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Lyre voice and leaps like a LLama at the whisper of your name, Horatio.
The evening ascends in on a great Vulture wing.
I am calmed by your String vest that I carry into the twilight of Sunbeams and hold next to my Big Toe.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Parrafin.
As my Fingernail falls from my Duffle coat, it reminds me of your Chair.
In the hushed, I listen for the last Whistle of the spring.
My heated Thumb leaps to my Bobble hat. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Wardrobe so that we may Walk as one, Thumb to Thumb, in search of the glorious Crimson and spiritual Xylophone of love.
Poetrysoup love poem creator 2018
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2018
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