To My Angel Love Poem by Leslie Alexis

The many ways the poem is written,
Cannot tell of my love for thee.
For to this love every form is formless
And the syncing of our rhythms
Creates a straight line, connecting,
With no start, and with no end
My heart to thine. And sweet music,
With all of its melodious tunes,
Is a mere clamoring to my ear,
For the strings of a guitar do not sound
As pristine to me, as the echoed hymn,
Of the words, ‘I love you’ from thine lips,
Nor can a thousand booming drums
Send such shivers through my soul
As that of thy fingers coming touch.
My Love, in comparing perfect beauty,
To thee, petals are but dried leaves,
For though they’re fair, to thee all fails.
And if I dug the mighty oceans,
To garner its pearls, and all its riches
Then summed their splendor to one
Together their shine cannot please me,
As thy smile, or the sparkle of thine eyes.
Thus in my heart I build a home for thee
That thou mayst rest in the velvety love
Which it gives but to blanket thee in its warmth
Providing dwelling for thee, for thee, my love.


Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis