This Is How Love Grows Poem by Dalton J Brown II

This is the way that love grows:
It starts out small and unsure unfolding its power in an image pure, It knows not of hate and fear through fire and storm, a beacon ever clear. Untainted, tender a petal all alone growing in life's garden among the thorns it must roam.

But this is the way that love knows:
Not by thought and wisdom of years but laughter in moonlight, whispers of hope, many forgiving tears. For wise is the spirit in such a soul, not known for itself, but two auras of a whole.

And these are the seeds that love sow:
Small as a presence harvesting strength as they grow true to themselves, but never alone. They become a peaceful passage of each day our hearts can know. I love you not only because I will it.

I love you because all things tell me to. In music, I hear the melody of your voice. In the flowers, I see your gentleness And smell your fragrance. In the breeze, I feel your soft breath. In the relentless waves of the ocean, I hear your name over and over. In everything soft I touch, I feel your hand. I look at other faces and all are blank, And I fill in yours. Everything around me is infused with your spirit.

My pillow always waits for your soft hair, to settle against my face. I do not think of you with unbridled passions that masquerade as love. I think of you with the purity of your whole being, And as all things tell me to. Everyday of my life, morning or night, You are my light.

What can I do? My world revolves around you. Wish to have your dreams and schemes as mine, Not part, but all of the time. My days are blue, If not hearing from you. Whether wrong or right, You are my delight. No one makes me feel as you do. Just want to see this through. I want my dream to come true. I want to be with you. I want to be in your life. I want you to be me my wife.

And that is how love grows!