My Love

For that one perfect person..

My Love

I watch as you messge me in the darkest hours of the night,

I watch your replies as through magic they appear and I wonder,

is it her? 

is she the one?

   Pondering every second, 

every minute, 

every hour, 

our relationship grows and strengthens 

into a thick entanglement of love. 

A flower I call it. 

We feed it, 

we take care of it, 

and we watch the vines of love spread around us. 

You and I are one. 

One that flys the skys and explores the deepest depths of the earth, 

and wanders into the unexplored paths of love. 

For you are my one an only. 

You are better than gold and sweeter than honey. 

The one that makes my life complete,

the one that makes me feel the sweet auoras of love 

in the deepest part of my heart. 

You call me perfect, 

but I for one- Am not perfect. 

You are perfect in every way, 

through your imperfections, 

through light you shine and fill up my world.

   All I want to say cannot be expressed, 

but felt. 

You must feel my emotions through the words I write, 

through the songs I sing, 

through my actions toward you. 

But you are far. 

Far from me as I am far from you. 

But the flower will still grow and eventually we will meet.

Everything here is not all I feel but just a fraction.

 I love you with all my heart, my soul. I love you.

    For you, my love.

Author's Note

Please leave feedback!

Reviews

[D. Snyder]

That's fantastic. It more or less precisely embodies and summarizes my own experiences, my own feelings. Your work does not speak; it speaks to.

[Sydney Rachel]

Damn. You truly have a way with words. You are incredibly talented, these are really the best poems I have ever read (and I have read a lot). I don't know how you do it, but you somehow manage to find the deepest, purest emotions that most people don't even have a name for, and you put them into words. And I admire you, respect you, and envy you for that.