How Much More Do I Love You - Poem by Beth DeChamplain
The night falls with the weight of a wool blanket,
and traps the warmth needed to make us desire.
We are of the young at heart,
and our minds are of wild passion.
His brown eyes shine of a copper glow,
and reveal a crystal moon among the blue evening.
The stars are nothing but his own accessories,
and they reflect the brilliance of his true personality.
When I think about you and me,
I remember when we had just turned eighteen.
A spark had ignited between the veins of our souls,
and the rampage of a wonderful wildfire consumed our minds.
The melody of the guitar that he strums with a smile;
it always seems to play the tunes of the love that we live.
Each song adds to the soundtrack of our merged lives,
and plays along perfectly with the bright summer night.
My hazel eyes widen with the sound of his voice,
and close with the sweetness of every single kiss.
He can always see into the panes of my soul,
even when the windows are shut with a rare sadness.
When we lay right by one another,
we stay awake and exchange our love in the most innocent manner.
When we finally fall asleep in the break of the brightening morning,
I smile as I listen to the lullaby of his beautifully beating heart.
Good night, my love, to an evening pure and so blue.
Good morning, dear lover, and how much more do I love you.
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