Poetry is for the living,
but death
is what grants it meaning,
making time so fleeting
and love so precious
that even poetry
can scarcely
touch it.
Tag: romance
Appetite
But how
do you
give an
appetite
even
to my eyes?
-L.M.G.
Everything
“I would do
everything for you”
sounds romantic
until someone
asks you
to do it.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXII
I’ve been terrified
by things many
but nothing
has shaken me
like
how much
I love you.
Lyrics & Love
You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Written Lovers
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXI
I can’t
deny
having known you;
we have
the same
pattern
of
stitches.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XX
It has
to be
a great
burden
to carry
my heart,
but one
wouldn’t
know it
by the way
you
move,
unladen.
Dust & Shadows
You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Night and Day
Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
