My love...

Look at me with that smile of yours my love...

at only me. I feel like a flower blooming day by day,

slowly but surely, under your loving gaze.

I want to be the only one who receive your gift of warm...

not harsh like the sunlight, and yet, not cold like the moon.

Just warm like you, like your smile... your love.

 

Our love can flare hot and bright, or calm and gentle.

I would not trade a single moment of it for anything at all.

Not the sun, nor the moon, not even the stars or the earth...

But, if I had them, I would trade them all for even a second,

nay, an instant of your love. I would not regret or wonder how...

it would be like if I kept them. The things others would treasure the most.

Instead, I would hold the moment close to my heart.

Even if I forget, or when the memory slips away, my heart...

it will remember it. It will recognise the truth of the moment.

It will remember the caress of your love, it will know, how you cherish it.

My heart will know, since it is in your keeping. It knows,

your tender caresses, your sigh, your thoughts, even how you treasure it

But it does not wish to be framed and kept like a pretty picture.

 

No! It wishes to be like the well-worn photograph in a soldier’s keeping...

To be gazed upon with loving and longing eyes, to be remembered...

to remind the person that has it in keeping that someone loves him.

To have each line traced, caressed and remembered over and over again.

A silent promise that we would meet and be together again...

 

I wish to be selfish, like a flower that takes all...

and leave nothing so that others cant take root, cant bloom

I want to be in your mind constantly so you would not think of others...

to be large in your heart, as so not to leave space for others to creep in.

I want to lay down my mind, body, heart and soul to you, even as...

I want to you to lay down yours... I want you to take me in your keeping

even as I struggle to find a way to hold you in me.

 

In this piece, I show you another side of my love...

I offer you, give to you my selfish love.

I offer everything I am to you, but in this selfishness

I ask for everything you are... I want you to hold me even as...

I want to hold you. Close and dear...

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Wow, what passion you show towards this wonderful person, the heartfelt caring, caressing and utmost love, and affection. I resonate with this and the drive to possess a person's soul. I want that moment to know when I walk outside with my love, my love is untouchable except by my own hands and heart�but on the other hand I would be afraid I would lose my love because I am now the only air my love can breathe....not to tight my love... I want to be happy and assured with my love, so I would let the wind blow, and watch my love open armed with me in mind�.This is a beautiful poem, You have such a passion for love, I can see myself floating in the universe with this passion, and what a beautiful, ride it would be...Oh Ruby, a lover would never leave such a precious on as yourself...