My Love Poem by Emma Atkinson

My Love is fair,
He has sunshine in his hair,
And my heart is in his hand.
His eyes are deep caverns lit,
Lit by candlelight and wit,
And they beckon me in.
I sink within those portals.
How is it we are mortals
When love runs deeper than eternity?

My Love is gentle as the evening breeze.
I lay bare my heart; he holds the keys,
And leaves me completely undone.
I melt within the palm of is hands,
My being turned to grains of sand
Which he gathers to his heart.
His fingers keep captive my soul,
But I should never want to go,
For all my love is here.

My Love is strong.
He was forged by the ocean's song,
And his arms are like the sea.
His eyes are fierce and blue,
The evening sky born anew,
And I am set in them like stars.
His voice is like my father's,
Bold like coffee, but sweetly offers
The things my heart desires.

My Love is honest, like a well-used hammer.
He does not speak simply to enamor,
But still his words make pound my heart.
He is my conscience echoed,
Speaking without art.
His silence is wiser and more ancient than stone,
Deeper, more profound than the life in my bones.
Words dance like untrained fools
At the footstool of My Love.

My Love is kind.
His soul knows the landscape of my mind,
And reads the truth in my eyes.
My pain is his, my joys, his delight.
His smile is the sun that makes my heart take flight.
In the halo of his eyes, we breathe the same thoughts.
He knows my wants, and I know his.
We are two souls made one,
The light spilling from the sun.

My Love is here.
He is the one I hold most dear,
And he will never leave me,
Even when all that remains is ash and bones,
Memories laid to rest under mossy stones,
His ghost with mine will dwell.

Love like this endures longer than the stars,
And this love is ours.
Born on the wings of dawn,
And stitched onto the tapestry of time,
My Love will not fail,
And I with ghosts shall dwell,
Content in the arms of My Love.