Love?

Whence cometh that sweet voice
that dream within a dream of honey from the comb
like the petals of a rose just blossomed
so doth my heart for my beloved.

~ Not Shakespeare

A whisper in my ear of ears

speaks softly to my heart.

Of all hearts came and went

yours only was of worth.

Speak

Gently

Wonderful

Words of Love to my dove

and the heart that I grasp at so eagerly with my breath and

every

breath

subsequent.

Whats a dove to do with

the sound of a heart beating fast?

Whats a dove to do with

the touch of a tender kiss?

Whats a dove to do

when all else fades away and your heart feels like it's pulled into a dream with all beauty, all joy all wonderfulness. Like a hundred million balloons falling to the sky and only stooping to pick up a fated passerby and carry him to unknown heights of glory.

Whats a dove to do with Love?

In her eyes

like a hundred million sparklers

light up my weary days

like a trip to last summer

like a trip from eternity

light up my heart for you.

Will you?

Like the bated breath like waiting lest

she look away and leave.

I wait to hear the words so

muddled in my mind

like crystal in a set of glass

the realife shines and the fakes they pass

as she leans in close to me

on the wings of the morning her breath it breathes

in me a life unknown

my heart it leaps

and anthems sings

she answered

Yes.

I do.

What does a poem mean? Really, I can pour from the bottom of my heart a poem of such feeling, such granduer and the like, yet if not backed up by actions, it means nothing.

But it was.

A song a song!

I heard tell of the

Men stand by and look in awe at

women stand back and sigh and awww

at the sight of two lovers so newly discovered

each other, together, not separate forever.

My only, yours only,

but me and you.

Forever and ever and ever. again.

I Love you.

It's as simple as that

But is it?