love-poetry

Love Again

Love is when nothing distinguishes

It is life in its singlest form.
It was the first and is the last
Also, time after time.

Love has no rhythm, it is too
Abundant to rise and fall
There can be no more nor
Less. The amount is fixed in pi.

Love has no soul, it cannot
See, it is as shapeless as
Dusk, and, as dust, finds every
Corner, and always returns.

Until Death Them Do Part

The silent pledge is the
Best pledge.
Only those that hear it
Know it,
And those that know it
Live it.
Until Death them do part.

Full Moon

You are a world in a

Man, you are my heart in

My hand and my stomach

In a cup that can never

Be drained, you warm up

My soul with your pulse,

Your nostrils and your breaths,

Every hair that moves

On your face is lucky to be

Born near a warmth so

Keen it could run rings around

Me after circling the moon.