You told me again
and again...
What's Love?
Is it a promise...
Love is like a book
When it's not read properly...
Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...
I wish that you could see
The true & real me...
Salty air and ocean breeze...
I know we've been together
To hold each other for so long...
I hope that
Writing these poems...
She calls me 'my love' -
her 'everything and more...
Draped in icy chill
We kissed with shivering lips...
The older I get,
the more sleep eludes me...
Your eyes;
shadow my tears...