love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Dream
I see you standing there on the bleach washed porch, hair flitting softly in the subtle breeze. Your smile carves wood in its beauty, engraving your heart within its own flesh. You wait, for what, I cannot see, but you wait patiently in the dull gray weather of the sky. Yellow cloth billows quick, then smooth, falling right back to its place. The dress clings tightly around your curved body until it is ripped away again by the wind, only to settle back once more. Cheeks rosy, hands loose, leaning against a pole as white and pure as your own innocence. This scene stretches before me, not as a dream, but a recollection. I know I have seen it, and will see it, for better or for worse. I wake with a smile on my lips.
By Bran Morgan7 years ago in Poets
Night Heart
The light of the full moon falls like a shimmering cloak upon my beating heart. Glistening and flowing like water across my body as I lay in awe of my darling sire. While the Pressure of the waterfall beats against the rocky bottom and echos our beating hearts as one through the canyon. The clouds start to billow in the sky restricting the light of the full moon shining in out eyes and as the last of the moon light disappeared so did the beat of your heart with mine. The sorrow sets in as the moon creeps below the horizon to invite yet another day for my heart yearn for your love and embrace.
By Morgan Alley7 years ago in Poets
