A Love Poem
In your eyes, I find my dawn,
Simple smiles, like morning light,
Holding hands, a summers song.
A shared laugh, like gentle breeze,
Walking paths where hearts roam free,
In your presence, time passes slow.
lost in loving you, on ward we go,
Where warmth lingers in the air,
In your love, I’ve found my place.
Every moment feels so right,
With you, love becomes so clear,
In your heart, I find my light.
When raindrops fall, we dance around,
Splashing joy, with carefree hearts,
Every heartbeat, a lovely sound,
In simple moments, as time departs.
As night appears, its just me and you,
We talk of dreams, our love is dear,
our promise whispered, soft and clear.
So here we are, just you and me,
In this world, for all of eternity.
In this sweet heavenly love, forevermore. ♥️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Just beautiful once again.
Simply lovely
Amazing
Lovely, romantic, and whimsical. Nicely crafted Marie.