See the stars? They shine,
Opalescent and bright for
Us, because we finally found our
Love.

Moonlight illuminates our hearts
And each half of the whole soul,
Tied together by fate,
Everlasting love.

there will only be two things that will happen to you:

either you end up in my poems of heartbreak, remorse, and sadness,
or,
you end up beside me with my hand in yours.

Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?

Shh! Just listen,
Just let me tell you this;
A ray of sunshine piercing
through the blackened clouds;
The speed of light reveals
the color that lies
just past our eyelids.
The raindrops stop;
Precipitation stands still
and dissolves in
the growing ray of sunbeam.
A rose bush, dead and brown;
The light hits it at
just the right angle, and
A tiny bud appears,
growing and growing and
soon to bloom in a burst
of passionate red.
A kiss on a flower-petal cheek;
Frosted pink flares into
a pleased splash of pale red,
and a smile grows below.
A fresh, new bud of love;
It banishes the darkness,
dissloves the chilly downpour,
it wakes me up and opens my eyes.
Shh...are you still listening?
I want to make sure
the words fall from my lips
and land on your tongue
to meet each other's ears.
One, two, three words,
simple and still complicated.
A juxtaposition provokes us
to twine our fingers together
and say,
"I love you."

Oh! Such a thrill
Meeting your kiss
jump-starts my heart
Sends a jolt through my veins
and the joy, the joy, the thrill!
My heartbeat is faster
than the sound it makes.
I feel so complete, so whole
Knowing that
no more am I alone
You can feel my pulse
as you hold my hand
You can feel it throbbing fast,
faster each time
I look you in the eyes.
I'm so high
up on cloud nine,
and I have no wish
to come down.
With my pulse still speeding,
I am sleepless tonight
With the memories
Racing
With the thoughts
Dancing
With you in my head
there is no sleep
So here I lie,
still wide awake;
I remember
your kiss.

I just can't help myself-
can't avoid
closing my eyes
and falling back in time
To that perfect moment
To that kiss

Every detail comes back
in vivid technicolor
I relive every second
Even milliseconds find their way
into my mind, making
A five-star movie
tht brings a smile every time.
When I lie awake and alone
and filled to the brim
with thoughts of you,
I just close my eyes,
I go back in time
And I don't feel so alone
anymore,
and I can wait
just a little bit longer
to finally see you again.

It's lucky I'm a poet;
if I wasn't a crafter of words,
it would be nearly
impossible
to find the words to describe
The swelling of my heart
whenever I think of you
(It's like my chest is about to burst)
The tingle in my stomach
when I know you're near
(It's so odd I really can't describe it,
except to say that it's impatient)
The surge of love and happiness,
warmth and comfort,
that fills me completely
when I melt into your arms
(Oh, it's so perfectly warm)
Oh, how do I describe my love?
It's another world,
attached to my older, darker one,
and only good things are allowed
to enter the sphere.
It's a swelling, like a tidal wave
crashing over me, but
I am not afraid.
It's home.
It's...home.
It's safe and it's warm, and...
It's home, being in your arms.
There is no place I'd rather be.

O, the distant lover,
she won't look you in the eye
Unless there is an absence
of outside presence.

She distracts herself
to feel less awkward,
less like an elementary child fumbling
to meet a classmate's lips
behind the playground slide.
But every so often,
she'll take the chance
of meeting your gaze
of touching her heart to yours
and she'll lean in for
another passionate kiss.

Her love is painted red;
Memories;
Photographs in the darkroom
lit by red lights
dripping with chemicals
Each second carefully captured
and imprinted in her skin
for future reference.
"Did it happen? I believe it did,"
She won't know until
she sees you again.

She loves you quite bit,
this distant lover,
so erase that hidden doubt
and just hold her close
Fingers twined together
and a kiss on the cheek
Make her smile, infinitely happy,
And trust me when I say
she's just as eager for
the next kiss
as you.

Free from the darkness, I am willing to trust, to take a
Risk and fall into your
Arms as they wrap around me and keep me warm. Pain is no longer
Necessary to survive, because your love is much sweeter than the bite of the blade
Cutting into my flesh. No,
I don’t need the pain anymore, because you
Saved me from the hungry demons in my head.

I once wrote a love song,
describing my heart as a butterfly,
trapped in a net with nowhere to go.

I could write a million love songs
describing my heart as a butterfly
in a bell jar, and you as the one who freed me from imminent death.

Well, surely by now I’ve run out of words for you?
But a writer never runs out of words,
especially when expressing her love.
She can write a million poems
about your eyes, using the imagery of “melted chocolate” and “mahogany wood”.
She could build a paragraph
about your lips, picking out just the right verbs and adjectives to describe your kiss.
She is able to create an invisible image of you,
she can use words like “swell” and “heart” to describe how she feels when she sees you.
A writer can never run out of words, certainly not when
she is expressing her love.
And even if she has to repeat a phrase,
if she has to reuse an adjective,
she will never stop painting her love on the paper,
never stop shaping a heart out of words.