That sweet
Love letter
Does treat
Us better,
Even now.
Well, how?
Its strength
Has length;
O, none can
Ever fathom
Love human
From bottom.
Endless amour
Is our armour.
I know, to me, you’ll always remain perfect;
Although my human heart’s full of defect,
My visage, for your love, will my love reflect.
Long long ago,
Of so many ages before,
Visions of one man by
Eve, were fascinated.
Lay ways brace the wind.
Under Juniper fears we raced toward Juniper Days mixed with oceans of Light.
Kingly music brought us to dancing.
Honey smiles wavy back those Mustard seeds deep inside of me.
Screaming for love hoping for change I lean into Juniper Rage.
Silence grows as I whisper to myself about eternal nights before God lit new stars yet born.
Cosmic questions gather Juniper Intel about the Juniper Fairies with their Juniper wings and Juniper Smiles. I am Trusting in Jesus to bring Juniper Love.
Planets may crash
but we have touched
the sun and moon
and the heavens light
up our love
as we dance among
the stars
Tonight at least
we are one
Love Poem to a Cat
Your simplicity is Absolute.
As such, a Perfection of your kind.
Eat, Sleep, Cuddle With The Giants, Get The Pets
Repeat.
Your days a monochrome monotony
Eternal yet ephemeral
You can be a nuisance
But never trouble
(unlike your sister, who ran off because Mom wouldn't share her ice cream)
The Outside World is not for you,
Dear Boy.
It would chew you up and spit you out;
We can't have that.
So stay in with us as we retire
Live out your hopefully longish perfect cat life
Safe in its comfortable nonexcitement
When you are gone
You shall leave
A furry little hole in my heart
So sleep well,
My dear little Bubbula.
Sleep well.
Pen in hand,
you fill my heart.
I just sit there
and stare —
the paper blank.
this is my love poem to you.
Gold upon gold,
half-hidden upon the burning aisle of earth.
Sickle points raised heavenwards,
where mountains belch loudly from the grass
of spontaneous repasts...
Gold, subtle and cream, posted
for the illumination of half days,
when the moiety of stolen glare visits
the eye of the world.
O Gold,
shine on!
You increase my pulse with that gleam,
so breath-taking, like the birth of a mirror.
Sickle of gold, pierce this gloom of distress NOW!
Fall into my palms silently like a Darling’s lone trinket.
I love you
My heart is melting
I love you
Drops of gold
My blood is flowing
Ich love you
Drops from fire
My idea flies
I love you
Drops from sun
My mind fades
I love you
Drops from soul
My mouth whispers
I love you
Drops from Rubin
My body breathes
I love you
Drops of light
My gentle touch
I love you
Drops from velvet
Let the ocean's waves be my promise: a love that crashes on your shore, not in a single moment, but in an endless, moving, forever more current, pulling me to you. Beneath the surface, still and deep, a realm of hidden secrets weep. While waves of emotion swell and sweep, reflecting storms across the deep. Our hearts, like shores, know the sea's command the ebb and flow of connecting hand-in-hand. One moment close, washed by a wave so deep, then drawn apart, the distance left to keep.
Amid the noisy fair of earthly cheer,
Where traders shouted loud like thunder thrown,
Where silks and spices shimmered far and near,
And every breeze told tales the summer’d known—
There moved a maid, more radiant than the day,
Whose quiet grace made even chaos still;
The finest goods seemed dull along her way,
For none could match the charm she bore at will.
The goldsmith’s chains, though shaped with master’s care,
Could never shine as softly as her face;
The merchant’s jewels, rare beyond compare,
Turned pale beside her unassuming grace.
Her eyes—two lanterns sparked by heaven’s fire—
Held such warm wonder time forgot to flow;
And in my chest stirred something like desire,
A tender ache I’d thought I'd ceased to know.
But then the crowd—a restless, shifting sea—
Closed in around her and she slipped from sight;
And though she left no trace for eyes to see,
Her presence lingered, gentle as the night.
For in that passing glance, so brief, so rare,
She lit a spark no shadows can dispel;
And ever since, my heart, though wandering where,
Still guards her glow—the spark she left to dwell.
You're so beautiful in my mind this morning
I will send you a new poem
Because I never tire of telling you I love you
Maybe you're tending the garden at home
And you're enjoying some relaxing exercise
I will send you a new poem
You're so wise and uncompromised,
Handsome, sweet, intelligent, and generous
And you're enjoying some relaxing exercise
On this beautiful day,
You can water plants and flowers that are so gorgeous
For all that you do blossoms like a radiant flower
Handsome, sweet, intelligent, and generous
I think of you each and every hour
Since you make me feel showered
With life-giving raindrops, as I become a flower
A flower that never tires of loving you
And who sees you in her mind each morning.
There’s no other
I’d rather share
My life with.
There’s no other
I’d rather give
My organs to.
There’s no other
I’d rather have
By my side.
There’s no other
Like you.
My love has shadows, they are dark like a moon, they turn day by day, leaving their mark.
My love has never shown me the dark side, but I feel it from afar.
Like a calendar every moment in time has stories it tells.
Stories of love and hate, the thin veil between time and fate.
Like the moon wants the day and the sun burns the dark away, my love has the struggles with the shadows each day.
My love is so sweet, like the berries on the vine, they fill me with sweet divine.
My love also has a shadow, that is like the lion, and will roar, when needed.
My love is strong and works for good, not giving into the evil doers.
Life has shadows, we all can see and feel, so pray and love each day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Sail safely my love, come home to me
Let my love shield you from the storms at sea
Remember the wet softness of my lips
Let it warm you when the mercury dips
Hold me in your heart and you’ll be in mine
Trust that we’ll be in each others arms in no time
Think of my touch when you long for me
Let it hold you when you’re cold and weary
When the wind blows sharp and sheer
Know that I will be waiting for you, right here
My heart is yours, I can’t explain it at all
The more sense I try to make the harder I fall
I love you, what more can I say?
For now, I’ll think of you and that February day
I would’ve lived on
in a life composed of shades—
Black, white, and million kinds of gray.
Pulsing hearts rarely made sense
when even blood was
the shade of cooled cement.
That’s why you’re a mystery—
Your eyes are vibrant, water dancing
in a grace I cannot name.
They look like celestial crystals—
like if heaven has a shape;
Your hair warm, like autumn
before wind grows chilly.
It reminds me of maple leaves
I inked to seal fall’s harmony;
Your smile stirs—something
in my paralyzed soul.
Like a gentle thunderstorm,
but instead of rain you leave petals.
The camellias caress every
fiber on my skin, the electricity—
Then I knew:
You are color.
You are poetry.
You are the flustered butterfly
whom I felt across the sea.
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