All these love poems that I write,
(and I have three on the go, at the mo)
Are for you and only you,
But writing about love is nothing new.

I understand now, why so many things,
are about love, the "special" kind.
Love stops you in your tracks,
and is the final thing your heart lacks.

It takes over everything you own,
You can't stop thinking about it.
It hurts but not in a horrible way.
Love can get me through the day.

I understand now, the beauty of life.
The birds in the trees,
The land and the sea.
Love has finally got to me.

All these poems I write for you,
For you are my inspiration.
My brain is like it's on fire.
You are my heart's desire.