Wednesday, September 27, 2017

POETRY: I LOVE YOU

I have been in love before
But nothing compares to this
You've touched my heart and soul 
In places others have always missed

There's so much peace and comfort
Your whole being brings to me
This love is so complete
I know we are meant to be

Many nights I lay and wonder
How can I love you this much

But your love has touched me in more ways
Than your physical touch ever can
It's a feeling of such magnitude and depth
That no one could understand

We've connected on every level
The way we think and feel
The things we want, the things we do
It all seems so unreal

It's a feeling of really knowing
Our love is meant to be
I know without a single doubt
That God sent you to me


PART 2


Young is the night
With burning fire in my heart.
The flames are slow and steady.
I know- I could love you more!
Please tell me, if you are ready.
I know, I am falling for your love.
Your words, your ways, your style-
Your carelessness.
The night is young,
But my heart- could go another mile.
You came into- my world of DREAMS.
And found me so unprepared,
But, from my heart to yours-
This is my love DECLARED.
And when the moon, hides its face from me
Tonight, I'll think of you-
With the fire burning bright.
And when it's moonbeams, touch your face,
You'll know it's love,
That no one can replace...





PART 3


I love you;
All of you.
From your wit 
To your charm,
From your long, soft hair
To your eyes that
I get completely lost in.
I love you.

I love you; 
All of you
From your intelligence 
To your values,
From your sweet, innocent voice
To your smile that
Brightens any room you enter.
I love you.


I love you; 
All of you.
From your compassion
To your honesty,
From your kindness
To your continuing strength that
Is an inspiration to me.
I love you.

I love you;
All of you.
I just don't know 
How to tell you.
It's really nothing more
Than three little words that
Could make or break my life:
" I love you!"

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