Love is when he knows all the words
That you've been longing to hear,
Late at night, while sharing one pillow,
He whispers them all in your ear
Love is when he offers his hand,
And when you take it you know
He's leading you straight to Heaven's door,
Soon, Earth will be left far below
Love is when you hear angels sing
As he presses you to his heart,
The song repeats with his every kiss
As eager lips willingly part
Love is when you look in his eyes
And you feel your tears welling,
Tears of happiness, because you know
Deep in his heart true love is dwelling
Love is when he lays by your side.....
Greater pleasures are so few,
And with his face resting against yours,
You see love looking back at you
A beautiful love poem, Lora. Undoubtedly written from experience. Isn't mutual love and respect a wonderful feeling? My kind of poetry, Lora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Totally sensuous and abiding love expressed within these lines. Intimate feelings silently unfolding into the mind of the reader, sharing the experience of mutual, unconditional love with another. Nothing can compare with it's emotional feelings of being loved for oneself. Really tender and loving poem, immensely telling, yet quietly hiding in plain sight. Thank you for sharing this portrait of love. RoseAnn