Love is gazing
Not at someone
But into them
Marveling at
The colors
Of their soul.

Love is patient
It understands
Why it waits
Or rather,
Who it is
Waiting for.

Love is heaven
It conquers all
Even mortality
Meaning that
The truest lovers
Shall never part.

They will find each other.
In a heaven so picturesque
It might as well be made
With the ethereal colors
That each one knows
Within the other's eyes.

I was so sick of feeling heartbroken
That I took my own heartstrings
And wove the pieces back together.

Ever since I was little, I was a perfectionist.
It never took much to get an A.
My parents took pride in my grades.
And I never wanted to let them down.
Sounds great, right?
But I have nothing to get excited over
When I get an exceptional score
Because it wasn't a struggle
In the first place.
And when something does go wrong,
In school or in my life,
It feels like I'm drowning.

What if two souls of symphonic stanza
With hearts full of haikus' hope
Met right here on Hello Poetry
By reading what the other wrote.

They'd send messages of meter
With affectionate allusions
This couldn't get any sweeter
Free verses with no conclusions

A poem crafted with emotions true
Was sent to one of the two last night.
It wants to say, "I love you more than words."
But instead reads, "I love the way you write."

They'll figure out in time that they're meant to be together
And I am sure that they'll make the cutest couple(t) ever!

Only when I am with you
Does my heart feel
Beautifully complete.