Poems on Love & Hate

Here is a selection of poems from my not-yet-published book of poetry, "Poems on Love & Hate," as well as some of my digital art. I hope you enjoy.

Can you truly love someone without knowing them?

Or is it love to learn all you can about someone,

about their hopes, and dreams, and plans,

or what makes them smile or their heart beat fast;

to know the kindness that reaches into the center of their heart and holds hands with their soul?

Is that true love?

15.

I hope when we are apart,

our hearts stay tethered;

intimately and fondly connected by our heartstrings.

The memories of our shared partnership,

our shared joy,

keeping us together in our memories of each other;

ceaselessly bound in a timeless, infinitely loving camaraderie

built together with intention.

16.

If my words don’t make sense to you,

I wish you the experience of a healthy, real love,

created over time with care, tools, and heavy lifting.

Always there to catch each other, like the mountaineers in the cliffs;

for to love is a treacherous and formidable feat,

and to experience it is to experience life itself.

17.

And how rich my life with you is, with all the joy between us and the ample memories of our laughter;

my mind is filled with fondness towards you and all the little ways you love me each and every day.

To be loved so thoroughly is an unfamiliar and welcome experience.

60.

Your scent is intoxicating, my darling muse.

Like smoke and ashes, I rise from you,

with you,

as our love transcends to something intangible,

not physical.

I am drawn in by your breath,

your sweet smell,

the cigarettes on your clothes.

Be close to me my love,

because the way your soul lifts mine is nothing less than heaven on earth.

Your scent is intoxicating, more than any drug I have ever experienced.

68.

I crave your essence,

your sweetness,

your gentle touch.

Your scent pervades me.

You are my home.

You are my safety.

You are my bedrock,

my stable foundation.

My lighthouse.

You guide me back to myself,

as you have always done,

my ship in the night.

When I am lost you hold my hand until I am found.

This you have done,

over and over again.

I now find myself,

with you.

97.

You awaken something in me.

A kind of love so deep and so pure that not even a saint would understand.

An unfathomable love that is holy and devout.

Inexplicable, I can’t even explain myself and I’ve used a thousand words to try.

When asked I just say, “I love you”, and I laugh because words are cheap,

easy to come by,

and our love is rich and rare.

I try many words to explain how I feel and none even come close.

98.

I expect to run out of words soon but they never end.

I am never satisfied with how I’ve captured our love -

it covers one drop in the expansive sea.

I feel for you.

It’s never ending, and so I am condemned to write for as long as I shall live,

cursed to never fully capture what I feel so deeply, so profoundly.

I will write, and write, and write,

and never succeed in describing the omnipotent love I have for you.

99.

I have committed myself to you, and to write to you.

To write of our love is my sole purpose in this life, second only to feeling it.

I shall try and try, and fail many times.

Nevertheless, she persisted.

This shall be my crusade.

I will champion our love.

One day, you might understand a fraction of what I feel for you and on that day I know you will savor and cherish the moment,

for though you see not how much I love you,

you see how hard I try to tell you.

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