If I could only write the way she loves me - love poem
I normally work on a poem for months, so if this poem changes over time . . .
I try not to write love poems as 'just love' but link it with another tangent subject.
IF ONLY I COULD WRITE
If I could only write the way she loves me,
A breath of whispered promises across your cheek.
If only I could write the way I feel when I can’t speak
And drown you in the thoughts of what could be.
If only I could only pour her love in to the way I write,
With finger tips across your open heart,
If only I could make the words I want you all to hear
Make strings of pearls that glitter up the light.
If only I could write her promise, spoken, never broken,
Always there and new for every eye that sees
In gently stroking words that read the way the scented summer breeze
and our glances never need be thought, less spoken.
What, I wonder, would I say if I could write the way she loves me
Some clever anecdote, or ancient way?
Or some warm wisdom, just to get you through the day;
But then, if I could really, really, write the way she loves me
There would be nothing left for anyone to say.
Other poems by alternate poet
- The Brides Mother
I found this difficult to write, not because of the love issue but getting the two things into one place in the slightly schizophrenic way that I was looking for.
- The unwritten diary
written on getting up alone on thursday morning.
- Poem and how to read it
THE SILKEN TENT A poem by Robert Frost A reading of the poem.
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