If wine is mouth and love is eye
and William Yeat’s was made to sigh,
than I have loved your sight till blind
and drank myself out of my mind,
but I find no ease, love, or drink
Category Archives: Love Poems
If All the Stars Should Go
I will predict that all could end.
That time should slip
and suns should burn
Symbols of Love
There is a language dead
that grips the heart
from deep within its crypt.
Five Miles
She says she is always there,
and I am always here,
so how is it
that five miles can feel
an oceans worth of divide.
Easter Eggs
I want you to carry my eggs;
I trust you and the care that you take,
yet I know that you are afraid,
The Net
I wished that love
was not far-flung
as foreign coasts
The Playground of Life
There is a gypsy in her hair;
a place where I slip off to breath,
a paradise of spring and new born things,
a playground made of laughter’s glee.
Do not Fall For a Man Like Me
Do not fall for a man like me
I am not blind; I do not see.
I am the reason storms have names
To My little Spoon
and tell the head that it is truly mad,
mixed up and made for something closer to art
Her Autumn – Poem
When among the trees will autumn come?
What multitude of words will I have lost
among the soft-dying of sweet summer poppies
The Nature of the Heart
The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;
The Fool
Should my heart suddenly explode
and cease it’s earthly needs,
and being stubborn leave for me
On Loss
I wished to see your smile,
but got only pain the while—
Blue Birds of Love
If I)
May make my heart
I didn’t say
Sometimes love is cliché.
Damn the cost of being so young,
The Plunge
Around her I was Icarus
with wings alight and burnt to nubs,
now glowing as embers and garnets
as I slowly descend into the adjust
of knowing there is no longer an us
and longing to submit to the plunge.