An Ode To Love

Hey guys, so recently I've been posting up some pretty heavy material, so I decided that today I would take a break from being on my soapbox about society's many flaws, and post a happier poem for a change. This poem, "An Ode To Love" is pretty self explanatory. It describes the love that a girl feels from her lover. Love was always a big part of my life, and yes, like all my poems, this one was written from experience. I had a bad history with love before (haven't we all?) but my newest (and I hope last) love has shown me that there's a lot in the world to be thankful for, and the sky truly is the limit when it comes to showing how you feel about someone. It's thanks to him that I don't hate how I look, that I've stopped cutting and that I've learned to truly love who I am. To me, what's important to remember about love is that you are no longer solely affected by your decisions. Someone else will be too. :)

An Ode to Love

A night lit by stars, celestial bodies of light

But Sirius dims in comparison to your eyes,

For they gaze into mine, with gentleness

Not full of lust, but tenderness.

The touch of your hand upon mine

Sets my pulse fluttering

And brings the rosy blush to my cheeks.

Heat suffuses my being

As we steal a kiss beneath the crescent moon

Where only the skies see and know.

Our days full of golden sunshine and gray skies alike

Laughter rings like water lapping at our feet

As we share secrets in the serene bosom of twilight

Yet another thing we share between the two of us

The cold metal spoon filled with the sweetest cream

Tantalizes and teases my tongue

As you insist upon me eating

Taking the task upon yourself when I refuse

It’s been months since we first fell in love

But you can still give me butterflies

Delightful palpitations in the pit of my stomach

Your touch my face with one finger

Laughing at my chubby cheeks

But insist you love me for my flaws.

Your hands, callused but gentle

Flow over the ebony and ivory keys.

A song you composed for me

It’s strange how sound not words

Can bespeak the feelings

That kindle in our hearts

Those same hands wield with precision

The smooth pen that sires the crimson rose

Each midnight line traced over the ivory paper

In turn inscribes itself in my being

With words of fire

Moments of joy captured in a still shot

Plastered upon dormitory walls

Above the single carmine rose

Filled with pearls of silver

Petals fanned open to embrace me

As you do from afar.