Love

The Meaning

The head doesn’t know,
It can’t compute,
The feeling I get,
When I read your words.

The heart can’t explain,
It hasn’t the voice,
It tries to express,
In the beat and the pause.

Your eyes shine bright,
Smiles span your face,
The warmth of your kiss,
And your sweet embrace.

The time that we spend,
In laughter, tears or song,
Fills me more every day,
Than I’ve ever known.

Yes please, I like it,
And I want it so much,
You’re so kind, So generous,
It’s just what I want.

The hour passes,
Our day is done,
The time for parting,
has finally come.

The sorry and joy,
Mixing yet unmixed,
And my love undiminished,
Driving me home.

The Space Inbetween Us

The words that you say,
The looks that you give,
The smile that lights up your face.

The way that you lean,
The turn of your head,
The moment that speaks to us both.

The songs that you sing to,
The prose that you quote,
The poems you read that I wrote.

It’s all in the air,
In the spaces between us,
You feel what I feel,
And I know how you care.

Your needs and your wants,
Fit neatly to mine,
The closeness we feel,
seems to grow all the time.

Whitley said it best,
But you say it all,
Your heart,
speaks directly,
to mine.

The Feeling Unspoken

Everyday I see your face,
Right here on my screen,
Everyday I feel your touch,
Right here on my skin,
Everyday I hear your laugh,
Right here in my head,
Everyday I feel your love,
Right here in my heart.

Your voice,
In my thoughts,
Your eyes,
In my mind,
Your scent,
In my dreams,
Your presence,
In my arms.

I long to talk,
But have no words to say,
I crave your presence,
Almost every day,
You captivate and astound me,
How have I come your way?

Tongue-tied by your beauty,
Silenced by your smile,
Sustained by your laughter,
Buoyed up by your words.

I feel what I feel,
Though I don’t have the lines,
My heartfelt intentions,
Hide nothing behind,
I go quiet for moments,
When you’d like my words,
But my heart shouts my feelings,
Through the silence it is heard.

Inspiration

I can’t do it…
I’m here.
I don’t think I can…
I’ll support you.
Perhaps I can consider…
I am with you.

I can.

The thought terrifies,
Your words calm.
The prospect is too daunting,
Your voice relaxes.

A future of challenges,
Of pledges and changes,
The road is rough, narrow and hard,
And long, so long.

You support and console,
You soothe and unwind,
The thoughts I can’t cope with,
Just melt to your touch.

You motivate and spur,
To the next threat confronted,
The peril diminished,
At the sight of your face.

And when the day is done,
All foes subdued,
I can say with no doubt,
That you inspired me.

Flowers Instead

He longed to visit,
to stay, to share,
But it couldn’t happen,
he gave flowers instead.

Not a substitute, not nearly,
but at least something of him,
Leaving the house he knew they were there,
Reminding her that he really cared.

But in the dark,
sleeping alone,
He though of those flowers,
they just weren’t enough.

A hundred gifts straight from the heart,
Couldn’t fill the void in his arms,
The scent of her skin, the warmth of her breath,
Her arms holding him tight, her voice, her kiss,
All held in his mind, as he drifted to sleep,
He dreamt of a time when she might be with him,
A walk, a visit, somewhere quiet and warm,
A cuddle, with thoughts shared,
No words, none were needed,
Hands held was enough.

As he woke, no companion by his side,
He though of those flowers, his proxy,
I may not be with her, she may wake alone,
But they will be there to witness and remind.

The Moon Knew Your Beauty

The moon knew your beauty,
the sun never spilt on it,
only the moon knew.

Visiting by street light,
meeting by lamp light,
never knowing how the sun might cast
a shadow of your face.

Stolen moments,
secret words,
thoughts shared,
bodies touched,
hearts entwined,
but never in the light.

Yet the moon knew your beauty,
it knew your form,
it saw our passion,
the only witness to our love.

Never talking, never telling,
hints, secrets, silence,
sneaking around, quiet, hush.

The journey is short,
yet seldom travelled.
Our hearts beat by phone, by internet,
in time yet seldom together.

Missing, longing,
words felt,
burning to be said,
yet unspoken.

The distance so short,
yet untravelled,
wanting so much,
dreaming so much.

No words, no messages, just thoughts.

Thoughts of missing,
of yearning, of longing,
of belonging, of knowing yet knowing not.

Still the moon knew your beauty,
it smiled and told,
no one.