love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Flutter, flutter
Breathing in the sunshine, basking in the bright, rolling in your laughter, giddy in your light. Smiling from your whispers, touching so delight, soaring above memories that we made last night. Senses revel in our new found love, clouds burst butterflies and drench me from above. ~Flutter, flutter heartbeats, messy morning hair, sipping on sweet nectar, bathed in warm, spring air.~ Each moment is so special, like none I've known before, meet me in the meadow, just outside the back porch door. Let's roll like playful children, holding hands so sweet; hug me by the apple tree, kiss me on my cheek. ~Flutter, flutter heartbeats, messy morning hair, sipping on sweet nectar, bathed in warm, spring air ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Almost Forty Years Ago
How do I mourn and or remember a time, almost forty years ago, with my first love? White wine, surely not red or even rosé, but sweet, could be a start, under a tree overlooking the rising Sun following a night of feasting after such a long fast. The setting Sun would lose its splendour before that night, when her skin and flesh would surpass it, no matter the ambient lighting, as long and short bursts of love and lust, and passion, would fill the atmosphere, searching for some molecules from 1984, and 1985.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
