Love Is Like, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Niagara Falls*

Love Is Like

Love is like a wild waterfall
And louder than a lion’s roar.
Into your heart fast to install.
Love is like a wild waterfall
That makes you over ten feet tall
With wings that to heaven you’ll soar.
Love is like a wild waterfall
And louder than a lion’s roar.

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Magic, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Edvard Munch, Two Human Beings. The Lonely Ones (1905)

Magic

There’s such a magical moment
When you’re ever close by my side
But sad when you’re at a distant
There’s such a magical moment
To feel your kisses so potent
Giving feelings that I can’t hide
There’s such a magical moment
When you’re ever close by my side

Journey, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Journey

A journey that will take us through the night
With moments that will not be forgotten
Of countless shining stars that fill our eyes
As we lie together on the sweet grass

With moments that will not be forgotten
We plan for the days of those yet to come
While there is laughter thinking of the past
Holding hands wishing our feelings will last

We plan for the days of those yet to come
A ritual done when we visit here
No matter the specific time of year
To our special place that we hold so dear

A ritual done when we visit here
Adjusting to make sure our path is clear
Building consensus on our next big move
Entering many spats that do not last

Adjusting to make sure our path is clear
For we do not know where the path will end
Admitting now we are no longer young
But there’s many things that will never change

For we do not know where the path will end
Our new plans take on a shorter distance
But we still bicker on what’s to be done
A journey that will take us through the night

Wrote thee a Love Poem, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Poem in a Bottle

Wrote Thee a Love Poem

Seeking with words a route thou love to sway
Pondered over every word there enclosed
Yet felt didn’t quite say what wanted to say
Fearful my thoughts of thee would be opposed

Lacked courage needed to read thee the verse
Coward would drop it at thou door and run
Mailing it to thee would be even worse
To burn the poem would mean we are done

Soundly struggled for simple solution
One where desire to read it you persist
But I won’t be seeking absolution
For now we can lovingly coexist

In a bottle with cork of perfect fit
Was the love poem taken to the sea
Cuddled at the beach we anxiously sit
Asking this be the day its comes to thee