Love

*Authors note. If you have been following me for a while, you may have noticed that my poetry has been thin. Sorry about that. Having completed Renovation in Progress. It’s time to work the what was The Renovation of Me. Have to come up with a new title. 😂

Love,

a word that has a thousand meanings.

It leaves us teaming,

with ideas of the softer more whimsical side of life.

It makes (for a moment) the cruelest person forget their strife.

Rose colored everything.

Images of butterflies in a meadow this could bring.

A weeping willow’s tassels softly kissing a blue stream, 

could be your romantic dream.

Candle light and champagne to dance the night away, 

could soften your shade of gray.

Dim light and the touch of gentle silk in your abode, 

could be the seed you wish to sow.

Your senses flooded by your favorite cologne.

Wishing never again to be left alone.

The touch you long to feel, 

willingly allowing your body to yield.

You succumb to an emotion, 

that one word in Webster’s ocean, 

Love.