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Love Poems

Under a Spell

My heart has formed its own protective case
from falling in and out of beauty’s spell.
A tight and mighty magical embrace
comparable to that of turtle shells.
When I am lost and don’t know what to say,
the spell I’m under keeps the words inside.
Ensuring she will see me a fillet,
A boneless average Joe, un-bona fide.
The words “You’re beautiful” come first to mind,
But not what pours out of my trembling lips
Instead my spells compelled to lead the blind
and speak for me out of some mumbled scripts
“Oh, hi, it’s me, that guy you met before.”
It seems it’s only that and nothing more.

Just another Love poem………….

You’ve stolen my heart, I no longer have it
Though we’re worlds apart, you’ve still somehow grabbed it
A loss for words as to how you achieved it
Seemingly a miracle, I cannot believe it
Is there a chance you’ll ever return it?
Maybe just hold it? Possibly burn it?
Please keep it safe. Can you preserve it?
Am I a victim? Do I deserve it?
I miss being whole, I can’t live without it
I wish that you’d do something about it
It’s all your fault, now you’ve gone and done it
This isn’t a game, it’s not like you won it
You had no right to go out and take it
My heart is like glass, you’ll probably brea…
…Wait, maybe it’s there, yes; now I feel it
I realize now, that you didn’t steal it
It’s here inside me, you couldn’t have broke it
In fact there’s a very good chance you awoke it
Part of you is in there, yes, I just know it
And all of this time, I just needed to show it

I told her…

I told her she had pretty eyes like the deep blue sea
She just stared through me
I told her that her smile was like a perfect symphony
She just frowned at me
I told her that her hair looked soft like a silk lined pillow case
She made a wrinkly face
I told her that her shirt was a reflection of her inner self
She hung it on the shelf
I told her that her earrings were stars shining from her ears
She didn’t wear them for her peers
I told her she was beautiful with or without fancy things
She still put on all those rings
I told her that if she’d forget about impressing all the rest
She’d wear what she liked best
I told her that if she’d just stop combing and messing with her hair
She’d have extra time to spare
I told her if she didn’t spend so much time staring through my face
She’d know her eyes were grace
I told her that if she cleaned me every once in a while
She’d see the beauty of her smile
I told her that she was perfect, not to care what others think
But alas she cannot hear me right above her sink