My Love Poem by Michael Stevens

My love is something of a treasured art,
With beauty that is mine and mine alone,
In the eyes of others, she might be overlooked,
Such love that could even melt my stony heart,
She is one that could be embraced for eternity,
With kisses full of passion and longing,
My love, she calls to me
My love, though distance is there, is strong,
She fights daily to keep my attention,
Though daily I tell her near in vain,
That she is my one and my only,
And that her love is sufficient for us to sustain.
Even now as the distance bears it weight,
My love, she calls me
and My love, through the distance keeps me strong.