Here is one more love poem
For the one I love.
Just one more; except that’s not quite true,
There will be many more.
I write them in my heart
I write them in my head
I write them across his lips with my own
As I dream him up, as I take him down
As he follows me, into my dreams.
I sing them to him, softly
And I hope that he hears,
I cry them to him, sadly,
And I know he feels those tears.
I laugh them to him; we gaze into each others
smiling eyes, and understand,
That this is how we are
This is what we do
This is how we love.