Love Is Poetry
As a kiss I start this sonnet now,
With gentle care while I do keep
The peace from both it does endow,
And as my words in your heart creep.
And then as a beautiful embrace,
I continue with my humble verse,
The next words I write I touch your face,
And with you sincerely converse.
Holding hands I touch your palm
And these words I see upon a line,
I write in fashion of a psalm
For the words in your hand speak divine.
And now as a gaze coming to an end,
I’ll share my last thoughts that you see,
And with the words upon your heart I’ve penned
You’ll see that love is poetry.
-Jacob Winterfeldt
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