I love thee.
Your warmth permeates
Throughout me,
And every cell of mine
Vibrates in anticipation
Of the contact of your skin
Against my own.
Indeed my spirit and soul
Tremble and stir with ardor
At your loving and endearing words,
And at your voice,
And the light
Deep but bright within your eyes.
mark
That I love thee
Upon your heart.

What's the sound of a
Breaking heart?
It varies I think.
From silence,
To glass shattering.
Harsh words spoken in grief,
Tinged with solemn lonely
As you become an island in
A destitute sea.
It sounds like, a ship with full sails
Departing from shore,
As you figure out that you can't
Stand the confliction anymore
And burn the bridges betwixt yourself
And your friend or significant other.
It sounds like fire,
It sounds like a winter storm thick
With blinding snow
And freezing cold.
It sounds like pain,
And loss,
And discomfort,
And unspoken, weighted words.
It sounds like crashing down to earth.
It sounds like,
"I've been hurt".

An artist in love,
I
Write a poem,
Paint an image of,
And compose music,
For that special love.

A romantic, I read
Her letters and smile
And sleeping, dream
That over the great miles
My heart can reach
That one love.

A man, I wait, patient
With God to hold me up
Through time as I spend
Time through downs and ups
Making my way to where I again
Hold love.

And hers I remain,
Through this stretch;
I push on to the day
When I can rest
Upon her heart with
Love.