love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
If Eyes Could Talk...
A thousand words in my vocabulary, a hundred poems in my keeping, I know exactly what am thinking, I know exactly what to say to her, but when she’s standing next to me, close enough to touch, I can't even put two words together. Captivating eyes, eyes that reflect the moonlight, trying not to get caught staring at her so am hiding in disguise. So much passion in her movement, in her style and in her face, I am caught up in her grace. There is only one way to let her know, only one way to tell her, so I try to pretend my hands are steady as I conjure up the zeal to approach her, but the way she looks as I catch sight of her isn't helping to conceal the nerves overwhelming me. I know exactly what to do, but my body just won't move. But if eyes could talk, one look is all I would need, one look would say everything, about the way she speaks, the way she dresses, the way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way her beauty leaves me breathless. Maybe then I would get it right, maybe I would finally get to speak my mind, maybe then I would finally tell her all the things I can't say, tell her how every move she makes entrances me, her rhythms paralyse me, her flair, her fire, her energy, How to me she is nature, art, exquisite, real, a butterfly with brown skin. And maybe I would just look into her eyes and she would realize everything. Maybe she would realise words are just words anyway. If eyes could talk, one look would say everything.
By Hendriques Chisenga7 years ago in Poets
Cosmic Love
My voice was your high, and your music is mine, and combined we're an unknown destination. Sometimes we loved one another and other times we made sweet symphony of an extraordinary love. My high at times was just silences, and a cup of coffee. However, you enjoyed being the life of every party. And I would allow that to destroy my peaceful morning. We'd bicker careless words that we held onto for so long from one another. I hate you, was recited way too often to the point we wonder? What was two people doing together that hated each other's guts so much? But yet why, a simple why, lingers over my head. Why do I love you, and why can't I end this toxic environment? How could I leave warmth that cool my hues, pride to the side let me wander down this road and see what answer awaits me, or a thought, maybe we both wander down this spiral life wandering. Perhaps I found you, your kindled spirit willing to accompany me down this magically cosmic universe, filled of unfortunate events. And like a season you were supposed to wither away like a leaf on a branch on a warm October day? But now I am aware, I was the one that wouldn't let you fly away, for that I am sorry. Soar away, baby. Because if you stay, then I won't ever know the agony it feels of losing your warm soul, in order for mine to grow. I'd ascend into the clouds in search heaven for spiritual growth. How could I love you, if I didn't love myself? In order to love you baby, I have to depart from you and seek for help for my torture heart and soul. But when I come back from soul-searching, and learning to love myself. And God grants me you but for a lifetime and not a season. I've one question for you. How do you like your coffee?
By Clarrisa Wilkes7 years ago in Poets
