#valentinesdaypoem
My love has been soundly tested.
It is not wanting.
It is tempered in the fires of despair and lonliness;
Hammered and fashioned on the anvil of desire;
Polished mirror-like by reciprocity.
I display my love on high,
Where it glimmers
Under sun and scimitar moon.
Love is my defense held against all detractors,
For I too am loved,
I have been tested and found not wanting.
I am worthy.
I am Love.
Nov 22, 2023
Nov 22, 2023 at 8:53 AM UTC
My love has been soundly tested.
It is not wanting.
It is tempered in the fires of despair and lonliness;
Hammered and fashioned on the anvil of desire;
Polished mirror-like by reciprocity.
I display my love on high,
Where it glimmers
Under the sun's shield and the scimitar moon.
Love is my defense held against all detractors,
For I too am loved,
I have been tested and found not wanting.
I am worthy.
I am Love.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC
If I showed you a picture of her,
All else becomes background.
Before the Eiffel, she towers high;
She is the Alberta Foothills to the Rockies;
As curvaceous and meandering as the Amazon;
More story than Bunratty Castle;
The most intriguing smile at The Louvre;
More endurance than The Spirit of St. Louis;
As mystical as The Shroud;
More amusing than the Park;
More striking than lightning.
The sun diminishes behind her;
In any room, she is Feng Shui.
It's futile to compare.
She is the globe, all else is alien.
The last breath of winter's glory,
The first open flower of spring,
The coolness of a summer rain,
The palette of autumn's color,
These and all others wither
And fade behind the foreground.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Love me like no distance
can ever tear us apart,
Love me like the moon,
shines for the stars.
Love me like there is
no tomorrow,
Love me forever and I will
grow old with you.
Love me like the night,
dies every morning to breathe,
Love me like you can never
love someone else.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC