The Pleasure Of Love Poem by Anna Cellmer

The pleasure of love
Is still in my soul
It was before
And it stay for today
I can feed my self
This way all the time
I love you as I did
I love him
I love these whiles
I keep inside
As a dreams and memories
I love reality around
I love your eyes
I love your hands and taste
I love when you take care of me
Of our home and the kids
I love all these things we share
All these little daily things
We have to do
To make our life more beautiful
I love the boys we have too
They are sometimes so rude
But this is natural, so
I’m angry for a while but then
I kiss them and everything is OK again
Do you know some description for real love?
Just be together
Just keep all the feelings you have
Just be your self
With someone else to share