What is Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

What is LoveStudy, at the Water’s Edge, Berthe Morisot (1864)

What is Love

Every waking moment thoughts are of you
Even into my dreams you softly creep
A feeling no eraser can undo
Tis you in this heart forever to keep

Matter not time of day I close these eyes
You are here with glow of a golden sun
To this heart you’ll always be a surprise
Exciting ways to keep this heart you’ve won

Your pulsing velvet breath upon my skin
Turns this heart into a foundry man’s fire
While my mind becomes lost in a tailspin
You build in me a volcanic desire

Oh what an amorphous life this would be
If there were not another day of we

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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