Love touched my heart and I felt it’s warmth
It warmed a heart I had meant to keep cold but loving you felt different
When I write I never seem to have enough to say
How can I define it
Love might be complicated,sad,happy or anxious but more than anything love is you
A constellation of all these attributes
If space could tell our love story it would say the art of universal attraction made you a force in effect within my orbit

I bare my soul to you through these words
They might rarely rhyme but I hope these emotions and feelings resonate with you
Noticing you notice me
Love like a symphony
I’ve found my home
YOU the warmest embrace

There will never be enough words for you
Not because you’re not enough but because I love you
Without knowing how,when and from where
You are my inseparable lover embraced in the synergy of one with my entire self
Deep in our hearts where love begins,the language we’ve built together
You touched my life and soul and stole my heart
I might not know where I’m going where I’m supposed to be but you being in my life and me being in yours must mean something to me
That this was meant to be

The heart and mind may have different perspectives but being with you is one thing they’ve both seemed to agree on
That’s just the nature of being with you
You make all things make sense when they don’t
I’ve learnt to know that only you have the power to get my heart interrupting my thoughts before my mind could figure them out

You've made this poetic self live and write poetries that clasp the art of speaking truth
Each moment we together I've loved you more
And so I continue to love you even more than before
You're my sixth sense
Both in my heart and mind
My thoughts of you are in your dreams

This might not be a sonnet to a tearful lover
Divided into sestets and octaves
With 6 or 8 grouped lines
This is a piece of writing that speaks of the love i have for you
For loving you is easy
All I ever wished for
My past,present and future
Just like the memory I was born with.

there is no river
without the shores,
two hands guiding

no left poet
unless a right,
to believe in

let magic dragons
all the live long day,
sit upon my shoulder

whispering bad jokes,
always showing off,
with whistling fiery

demonstrations,
still there, old man’s
boon companion

didn’t wake to write
this, but Puff nudged
me awake, his heart

so big it lives, loves,
me still, always will,
for the little poem boy

could not dream, now
that history leaves its
handiwork tell tale signs

upon his carriage,
but look closer,
twinkling eyes, yet scheme

and my dragon licks
me wet face, every Morn,
and I tuck him in every Eve

he is my friend, my better half,
and likes this poem very much,
watched me write every word

dragons purr, laugh out loud,
at their own jokes, makes me
happy, because old men die
happy contented knowing that

dragons will always tell jokes
even when a little boy lover
must go

My heart was always searching
even aware you were it’s home,
and each thought and feeling urging
to make sure you’d never be alone.

It’s the warmth within your eyes
and the comfort your voice can bring.
The way your smile lights up the skies
you’re my world, my heart, my everything.
When our bodies and fingers interlace
I’ve never felt so real and so complete,
it’s like art studying your beautiful face;
it’s the only sight I wish to greet.
Within dreams and when I’m awake,
you’re my ocean and my lake.

My eyes were always longing
to have you back and within my sight.
There’d be someone I’d be wronging
but wrong never was so right.

It’s the warmth within your eyes
and the comfort your voice can bring.
It’s the slow exhales and the quiet sighs,
when we’re comfortably silent or talking.
When our bodies and fingers interlace
I’ve never felt so real and so complete,
you’re forever my person and my place
I love you from your head down to your feet.
You’re the fix to every single break,
you’re my ocean and my lake.

Each inhale is euphoric bliss, we breathe for one another,
and if I could have one wish; it’d be that you had met my mother.
A home is what you have made
both on grass and where my heart is,
but I confess that I would trade
my only wish for your promise.
A promise I’d jump to make,
you’re my sea and my lake.

My lover has the hand of an artist,
The heart of a poet,
The brain of a genius,
And the ear of a musician,
The most rare mix of beauty and tragedy.