In your eyes, I see a world
Of beauty, grace, and light
A love that's pure, unfurled
That fills my heart with delight
Your smile is like the sun
That warms my soul so true
Your laughter, like a song
That fills my heart anew
In your touch, I feel a spark
That ignites my very being
A love that never grows dark
And sets my heart a-singing
In your presence, I am complete
My heart beats with joy and love
And all around me seems sweet
Like the cooing of a dove
With you, I am at home
My heart is filled with bliss
And though the world may roam
In your arms, I find my peace
So I pledge my love to you
My heart, my soul, my all
And I promise to be true
Through winter, spring, and fall
For in your love, I find my worth
My reason to exist
And in your eyes, I see the earth
A world of love, eternal bliss.
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Comments (4)
Beautiful!
Beautiful, rhythmic poem!
Your poem takes me to another world. It's Awesome😍
Love is so short; forgetting is so long 💕