And I Am You!
***
That Realization
Only Reaches Deeply
Where You Actually
Love Yourself.
If You Do.
Punch.
-Gray Squirrel
05-27-2026
It’s a wonderful day my sweetheart
Much more beautiful though it might be
If we weren’t so cruelly set apart
For the reason that I cannot see
The sun beats down making patches of snow
Turn black and the roads are dry
I put on my leather boots to go
And dark glasses to hide my eyes
The pussy willow's in bloom; this means
That winter is fading away
I look at your blue hyacinths
They are spreading their petals today.
I'm waiting for you
Because my level of seriousness
obliges me to be faithful to you,
Just for the simple fact;
Of being in love with you.
I'm waiting for you
because if I claim
I have eyes for another woman
they'd call me a liar
and you know very well that,
the children of God; they cannot lie.
I'm waiting for you
because there isn't a woman around me
who fulfills me like you do
a woman with the greatness you have
a woman I like, like I like you.
I'm waiting for you
because true love
doesn't rush
but waits patiently
and I close my heart, even if it prevents me
because I love you ardently.
I'm waiting for you
because my love belongs only to you
because I want to shake you with all my sweetness
and fill you with kisses, caresses, and tenderness.
I wait for you,
Because I dream every night
Holding your hands
Because our relationship has no end
But lasts; for a lifetime.
I will love you until you can feel, hear
And fully comprehend my intentions.
It's not puppy love. It's about dedications.
I love you with an incredible passion, dear.
I'm serious and dedicated to our relationship.
I'll stop loving you until the rooster stops singing.
Is this clear? I will never quit loving you, darling.
Hence, you shall remain the captain of my ship.
The roo, the cock will never stop singing coco-rico,
Therefore, I will never stop loving you dear coucou.
Love must always be a two-way street with a rainbow
Where each angel plays a lute, a flute or a bamboo.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Sweetheart ! For unison we must pray !
My Valentine ! What do you say ?
scarlet roses smiling pink
perfumed laughter of daisies
lustre painted peonies~
showed them my sweetheart.
Soft motion on a moon swing,
big wishes waltz slow dancing.
The skyline starts romancing
with a glow that’s trumpeting.
Constellations glow and ping
like a young prince whispering
‘Let us make music all night.
The air is tight and pulsing.’
As shooting stars create trails,
all that surrounds you just pales.
Just one touch of fairy tales,
such innocence your soul wails.
Falling into cream and veils
red roses have tipped the scales,
now you believe what they wrote.
A sweetheart mote’s lush entrails.
be an angel
hush
my baby
close your eyes
hush
my darling
go to sleep
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He called me sweetheart today.
It made me so happy.
It makes my heart flutter.
He’s been calling me that more lately,
I love it.
I love him.
He left me.
He called me it one last time,
now he’s gone.
Why did he have to leave?
Why can’t I be his sweetheart again?
Oh my sweetheart ! Your glance pierces my heart.
I read your heart when your eyes go glisten.
Your fake refusal, I’m not to listen.
I believe in your looks, though tongue may hurt.
You are eager to hide your acceptance.
I notice false rejection in your eyes
I can always clearly detect your lies
realising real passionate glance.
You may make fun of me, I just ignore,
though bluntly thrown through your ruthless tough talk.
You eyes can’t deceive giving me great shock.
You really love me Dear, I am sure.
I haven't given direct proposal
Having patience calmly I'm to observe
when you actually express your love
I promise to snatch your consent : Verbal.
Waiting for most desirable first kiss
I know very well, at end I must win.
Oh , My valentine ! Be mine ! Be my queen.
Oh my sweetheart ! Please shower my best bliss.
a single heart
thick as wax
pressed into the earth’s embrace
it does not wither
does not break
only waits in silence--patient, watching
its vines creep slow
twisting tight
coiling round the throat of time
whisper soft
it calls their names
a voice like wind through hollow bone
come and see
come rest your hands
upon the leaves still warm with breath
they lean in close
they never know
until the roots have found their skin
wrists entwined
by tendriled veins
soft as lovers’ fingertips
no cries escape
no struggle holds
it drinks them deep--it lets them go
but still they bloom
from blood-wet soil
a heartbeat pulsing in the stem
one by one
it claims them all
until the plant becomes the man
his lips are leaves
his eyes are dark
his hands are reaching from the vine
he whispers now
with every breeze
and lures the next one home again
Sweetheart
no gifts needed
no tech, just our presences
laughter, games, fun, and pleasure too
romance.
“The moon is the accomplice of all things related to the heart.” Walter Mercado
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When the Full Moon Lights up the Sky
When the full moon lights up the sky
My sweetheart sets my spirits high
Pervades my breast with warm wishes
Ignites desires for sweet kisses
Makes the core of my soul to race
Lures me to hold her in embrace
Close to the bosom of my heart
Never from her breath to depart.
Yesterday I saw someone
That reminded me of you.
My heart didn’t remember
But my head I knew,
That you’re not here.
It’s just another reverie review.
The way you turned your head,
Or that little wink and smile.
How you could warm
My heart and all the while,
Hold my hand in yours
Mile after mile.
If you were deep in thought
You’d scratch your chin.
When you were mischievous
You had a silly grin.
And when I can’t sleep
My reverie review kicks in.
Just a little reverie review
For the one I dream of.
A little reverie review
For my sweetheart above.
A little reverie review
For the one I love.
Have you ever tried to stop a tidal wave?
Usually doesn't work too well.
I'm stumbling over myself,
Crashing into wall after wall.
Or maybe they're crashing into me.
I'm trying so hard to be normal.
It's not working too well.
You're in everything I look at.
Every song, every feeling, every piece of art.
Maybe you are one.
I love the way your name feels on my lips.
To imagine, I can say it as much as I like?
What kind of luck is that?
Not only do I get to kiss you,
But you actively want me to?
Hot d#mn.
I'm a lucky kid.
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