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WHISPERING PINES.

: A Love Poem from the North

By Johnpaul Okwudili Published 2 years ago • 4 min read
WHISPERING PINES.
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In the stillness of the northern woods, Where the pines stand tall and the air Is crisp with the scent of pine needles and earth, I find you, my love, in the whisper of the trees, In the gentle rustle of leaves, in the quiet Moments that speak of a love As enduring as the forest, as timeless as the stars. Your eyes, deep and knowing, reflect The serene beauty of the northern lakes, Mirroring the sky, capturing the light Of the setting sun, a warmth That spreads through my heart, that holds me In a tender embrace, a love that is both Soft and strong, gentle and fierce. We walk together, hand in hand, Through the forest paths where the pines Whisper secrets of the ages, stories Of love and loss, of life and death, Of the cycles that bind us, that connect us To the earth, to the sky, to each other. Your laughter, a melody that dances Through the trees, echoes in the valleys, Fills the spaces between us with joy, With a lightness that lifts the soul, That reminds me of the beauty In the simple moments, in the shared Glances, in the touch of your hand. In the quiet of the northern nights, Where the stars burn bright and the moon Casts a silver glow on the world, I hold you close, our hearts beating In unison, a rhythm that speaks Of love, of connection, of a bond That is unbreakable, that is eternal. The pines whisper of our love, Their needles brushing together In a symphony of sound, a lullaby That soothes the soul, that speaks Of dreams shared, of promises made, Of a future built on the foundation Of our love, of our trust, of our shared journey. In the mornings, when the frost Covers the ground in a blanket of white, We wake to the beauty of the world, To the promise of a new day, of new adventures, Of moments waiting to be discovered, To be cherished, to be woven into The tapestry of our love. Your smile, a beacon of light, Warms the coldest days, brings A spark of joy, a glimmer of hope In the darkest moments, a reminder Of the strength we find in each other, In the love that binds us, that carries us Through the storms, through the calm, Through the ever-changing landscape Of life. The pines stand as silent witnesses To our love, their branches reaching To the sky, a testament to the resilience, To the enduring nature of love, Of a connection that grows With each passing day, with each Shared laugh, with each whispered Word of love. In the twilight hours, as the sun Sinks below the horizon, painting The sky in hues of pink and gold, We sit by the fire, its warmth A reflection of the warmth in our hearts, A glow that speaks of comfort, of safety, Of a love that is a sanctuary, a home, A place where we find peace, where we find Each other. The pines whisper their approval, Their gentle rustling a chorus Of encouragement, of blessing, A reminder that love is a journey, A path we walk together, hand in hand, Hearts entwined, souls connected. In the quiet moments, when words Are unnecessary, when the silence Speaks louder than any declaration, I feel your love, a presence That fills the space, that wraps Around me like a warm embrace, A love that is felt in the quiet Breath of the forest, in the gentle Swaying of the pines, in the shared Glance, in the touch of your hand. The northern lights dance across The sky, a celestial celebration Of our love, their colors blending, Merging, a symphony of light That mirrors the dance of our hearts, Of our souls, a beautiful display Of the connection that binds us, That lights our way, that guides Us through the darkness, through The light, through the ever-changing Seasons of our love. The pines, tall and steadfast, Stand as guardians of our love, Their whispers a constant Reminder of the beauty, of the strength, Of the enduring nature of our connection, A love that grows, that deepens, That thrives in the quiet moments, In the shared experiences, in the simple Act of being together. In the first snowfall, when the world Is covered in a blanket of white, We find beauty in the stillness, In the quiet, in the gentle fall Of snowflakes, each one unique, A reflection of our love, of the moments That make up our story, a tapestry Woven with care, with love, with the shared Experiences that define us. The pines, their branches heavy With snow, stand as a symbol Of our love, of the strength We find in each other, of the beauty In the shared moments, in the simple Act of loving, of being present, Of finding joy in the quiet moments, In the whispers of the pines, in the gentle Breeze that carries our love, That speaks of a connection That is unbreakable, that is eternal. In the warmth of the summer sun, When the days are long and the nights Are filled with the songs of the forest, We find beauty in the simple moments, In the shared laughter, in the touch Of your hand, in the love that flows Between us, that binds us, that grows With each passing day. The pines whisper their approval, Their gentle rustling a chorus Of encouragement, of blessing, A reminder that love is a journey, A path we walk together, hand in hand, Hearts entwined, souls connected. In the autumn, when the leaves Turn to gold and the air is crisp With the promise of change, we find Beauty in the transition, in the moments Of letting go, of holding on, of finding Strength in the love that binds us, In the connection that grows deeper With each passing day. The pines, their needles falling To the ground, stand as a symbol Of renewal, of the cycles of life, Of the beauty in the changes, In the moments of growth, of transformation, Of a love that endures, that thrives, That finds strength in the quiet moments, In the shared experiences, in the simple Act of being together. In the whispering pines, I find A love that is as enduring as the forest, As timeless as the stars, a connection That grows with each passing day, With each shared moment, with each Whisper of the pines, a love that is A journey, a path we walk together, Hand in hand, hearts entwined, souls Connected, in the quiet beauty Of the northern woods

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    Written by Johnpaul Okwudili