My Love Poem by ALDANE Smith

My love, the precious thing within me,
It plays as a symphony for those in tuned to hear,
A jewel made by me, in my soul should I give it thee?
Over anything it thus conquers even problems it doth bear,
My precious flower, a humid bloom of something so wonderful,
In sparkling light, the rays expose the pigments of my Love,
Why do I speak of it? My power, my existence, it is bountiful,
Invisible, but yet I give, like memories who never fade, Love,
Take it an have life, Refuse it and die, Acknowledge it and cry,
Words fall vain and the remains is my feeling, a radiance so true,
Understand it, I try, Explain-I must, in my own defeat I fly,
Dreams and mist of Joy, I feel as I awake to the dawn of blue,
Imagine it, my love, the strings and percussion can maintain my melody,
Rising in my heart, temperature can be seen from my chest, simply,
Sand between my toes as me and love walks, the mirage oasis,
I spoke to love and it answered bearing her name it stood,
Letters resembled one I know of now, I began to breathe again,
So don’t give away, My Love…written in truth that all I need you to do…