My Love Is Made Of Words Poem by Rachel Harris

How strange
That my love
Is made of words

Yet not so
For many do love
On the pages of books

I find that
Shakespeare hath writ
Lovers in ink

And stories
Do define the essence
Of love

But still
I allow myself a smile
For the oddness

That I
Should have fallen in love
With living words

Oh yes!
For they are live as the vivacity
Of my heart

My whole
Aches for their little
Presence

I reach
As though through prison bars
To touch love

But alas!
Love is so far and yet only
A heartbeat away

That kiss
Waiting on my trembling lips
Is so passionate

I cannot
Feel a mouth’s tender embrace
Upon mine

Instead
I wrap my heart around
The words

I taste
Every happiness with animated
Eyes

Every letter
Paints a beautiful scene
Of love

Each syllable
Pulls me deeper into
A new world

I undergo
A rush of pleasure and bliss
From heaven

I’m so close
To feeling a strong hand
In my own

Hungrily
I stare at the words
That I love

Only wishing
I might know them as
Reality

It’s unreal
How much I adore
Those words

And even more so
How much those words
Adore me