Most of my early poems were love poems to my sweety pie (mostly when I was in trouble) This one was because I am in love.
Flowers bloom, then petals fail.
Like all the flora do.
Sun brightens, then it sets.
In rotations new.
Rivers torrent into tricking streams
Dry beds do prevail.
Even seasons run their course...
Then fade in change as well.
In all these things life goes on...
One constant remains
My eternal love for you.
My passion's can’t be tamed.
And though the world cycles round.
And changes all the time
Your beauty will outlast them all
I’m lucky that you're mine.
Flowers bloom, then petals fail.
Like all the flora do.
Sun brightens, then it sets.
In rotations new.
Rivers torrent into tricking streams
Dry beds do prevail.
Even seasons run their course...
Then fade in change as well.
In all these things life goes on...
One constant remains
My eternal love for you.
My passion's can’t be tamed.
And though the world cycles round.
And changes all the time
Your beauty will outlast them all
I’m lucky that you're mine.
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