It suprises me at random times
It doesn't come each day
It comes on it's own schedule
It decides how long to stay
A smell of perfume might bring it
A taste of something sweet
A feel of silk on smooth skin
A sight familiar to me
I don't know what to call it
I don't feel a need to know
I care that it comes when I think of you
I hope it continues to grow
Thank you dear for loving me
Thank you for your time
Thank you for being blind in certain things
Thank you for keeping me alive
Author notes
Oh boy! I'm not good with love poetry. Prompts 1&3 Breedluv
A contest entry
- Enter your last posted poem by whispernthedark.
425 points, ended March 22, 2008, 45 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well this is a great love poem, the kind I really love... true, real emotions... not the saturated drippy stuff I normally come across. Great write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
♥
whisper
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Pretty good for someone who says he has trouble writing poems about love!
All the best...Sue
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This was breathless, stunning, perfect... Jenn
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sigh... I really liked your take here.
Best of luck to you in the contest.
Delila
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