Love, Poetry

Wedding

Fluttering beats

flowy sleeves

fiddling fingertips

of two once free spirits

laced thorough in

silk white

accompanied with

his dashing black suit;

then a lifetime accedes

sewn in a heartbeat

borne in a promise

flourished through

their interlacing.

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Love, Poetry

Water

Caressing

flowing across

my coarse skin

without a heed

for any flaws it reached

and when that

silky lightweight

gentle suffusing

finally reached my finger tips;

it streamed down

like waterfall

through the grates

of my grip;

not even a drop

persist yet

the sensation clings

and then

I realized

water was him.

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Love, Poetry

Dilemma

He stops short

hesitating

undecided

between the words he should speak

for a severe dilemma

stood in mid

of his heart and logic;

If baring his whole

would make him

either foolish or naive

for they once said

to be cold

to play hard

to pursue love

with the modern day

rules of lust;

Yet how he just wanted it

the old-fashioned

cliche way

to have love be as

quaint and minimal

as it ought to be;

And then

he finally chose the words

he’d never regret with.

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Love, Poetry

Stargazing

He recalled

the last time they went

sky gazing

night watching

stars picking

seeking solace in still obscurity;

He recalled

how their fingers

just entwined solid

how her head

propped on his back

how their gaze

riveted aloft yet not quite;

He recalled

how that one night

was spent under the lone tree

and vast ever reaching hills;

He recalled

feeling the purest form of emotions

on that night of oblivion

amidst the colossal endless sky

and how the stale breeze

spoke more than their words can fill;

He recalled

how their hearts became tangled on

the stars they picked so delicately

and named so significantly through;

He recalled

how he was ever so thankful

to the stars

for making that one night

fifty years ago

the start of his

dream come true.

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Love, Poetry

Lives

If there was

an afterlife

a beforelife

or millions of past before this one;

I am ever sure

we were lovers

and soulmates

for each and every one

for how can a love

flare so abyssal and wild

while so tame and familiar

all at once;

How is it possible for I

to just look into

your deep amber eyes

and know that

I will hold you

till the end of time

till beyond this life

and for all of my remaining lives.

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Love, Poetry

Seal

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Gaze upon the pair of cutleries

set so deep and fastened

they could almost send a telekinetic stream

before she abruptly

broke the silence in between;

But how can we ever 

be sure that the person 

standing before us

will always be the one

we want-

with an abrupt shift

as the questions came flooding in

too quickly-

what if we find someone

better along the way

someone that is a 

better fit;

Her intent gaze shifts

towards her sister

her pupils widen

eyes asking more questions

than her lips could bring;

Brushing back her raven locks

while taking a moment to ponder

her words came

as intuitively as they were pieced;

You’ll never know little sister

you can never

ever be sure

there will always be a possibility

that someone out there

will be a better fit

than the one you think currently is

so you will just have to

find it in your heart

to believe

to commit

to lock in

he or she;

You will just have to imprint

a tacit seal on your heart

for the one you promised

to spend eternity with.


Photo by Alberto Barrera on Unsplash

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