When one writes of love They tend to use these general analogies To explain the sensations You could sit there and describe Exactly how love makes you feel But without those analogies The words wouldn't hold the same appeal There would be something off
The reason I speak of love Is that I am in love Thoroughly a part of an intense connection That make it so no words can find the right meaning No matter how hard I try I will never capture all of our love on paper The love radiating off of him like heat waves The genuine sense of safety That comes from his steady embrace Nor could I capture the danger The side of my love for him That holds too close Feeling the wrath of his anger Though it isn't for me Purposely putting myself between His anger and himself My love for him propels me to risk myself To make sure he's okay The slightest drop in his voice And I'm left circling for ways to help The words to make the feelings true Still lay out of reach But I pray that he can stay with me Until I find those words Ending with an "I do."
None of these words I speak Will ever stay silent Though better are hiding somewhere Deep in the distance 'Til then I'll write of love Without the right tools Except those old and used analogies Running theirselves raged To barely graze my love
So I'll write a poem.
It's been a long time since I've posted since I've been so wrapped up in being in love.