Love, you have not arrived
to discover what I've become.
I prepare breakfast for myself;
I serve coffee for one.
When the day's chores are finished
and all the tasks that had to be done
are over, what opportunities will have gone by, love,
while I turned about all wrong, staring
at the shadow of love instead
of hearing its song?
Love, you still have no name,
but I keep your side of our bed made.
I see a pillow smooth and blank
where I'd rather see your rumpled face, love.
A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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much enjoyed, thank you.
Alexandra*
Love,
CJ