619065's blog: "POEMS"

no amount of words
no matter how beautiful
no matter how intelligent
no matter how expressive
they may be
could ever describe the beauty
of being just with my beloved

this is a letter written in ink of love
on paper made of life
by the hand of someone
who is deeply in love
with someone who has resided
in his heart...

a someone who has the true key
to his heart
the master key to his doors...

a someone whose sadness he feels
whose pain he suffers
whose happiness he wishes
whose laughter he enjoys
whose smiles he cherishes
whose touches he craves
whose lips he kisses
whose warm hands he holds
closely to his heart

whose presence he needs
real or virtual
here or away
now, then or in days to come
so much does he feel
that it scares his beloved so

the scars
which heal
so miraculously
just through looking,
watching, hearing...
feeling...loving...

the one that he looks forward to
at the beginning of day
the same one that he hates to leave
at the end of day...

tell him, dear someone,
that you have a someone too
a someone who is...
him...

words will never be fair
to describe the feelings he has for her
if only she knows what is within
or perhaps she has...
yet he?
he knows not
what lies inside
for words have remained unspoken...

as he gazes into her eyes
he sees what he needs
and he loves her so dearly
and he never wants her to go away

for the flowers have just bloomed
and the seedlings sprouted
and the spring water has just emerged
cooling the lands it flows through...
for her breezes have just arrived
to bring to the air
a love so true
a feeling that's new

if only she knew
how true is true
how blue is blue
how the grass looks greener as she walks through the fields
how the raving waves calm down as she sails through the waters
how the trees become shadier as she walks past them
how he feels so peaceful as he lays in her arms

as she touches his hand
with her fingers so smooth...
so endearingly sweet she is
and so rested he is...
being where she is...

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