This, here, this is a sentiment
For someone who loves but is
A punster. Lovers can be corny.
In fact, hand to heart, love will
Bring out the silliness in us all.
If you love a big blackout cake
Too, or a buttercream covered
Cupcake this is so appropriate
For both your honey and your
Sweet treat. Be mine, my love
Do you believe in fate/destiny?
Fate brought us together
Once as friends, then as
Lovers. Partners forever
In all we do and in all ways.
We ran into each other by
Chance, a happenstance we
Welcomed with toasts and
Smiles months later and
Still today. It was destiny
I love you. That will always be
True. Hold onto it. It's our life-
Raft, the dinghy on which we'll
Sail in shallow shoals to isles
Both glamorous and fresh. I'll
Love you always, when forever
Seems closer rather than not.
I love you, that is always true.
Flowers are symbolic
Words are hyperbolic
Sometimes. Or maybe
Not. Love is a happy
State but elation can't
Be permanently held
On the highwire that's
Life. We balance our
Happiness each day
My heart is full of love
A happy state held on
Life's highwire. I am
Elated but not giddy
Just intently, quietly
In love. Hearts, flowers
Cool fool, not a tool
Just all dovey and in
Love-y loses sense to
Fund his senses it's a
Common problem if
A fool falls in love, he
Has no commonsense,
Looking for passion in
All the right places.
Sensation excitement
Kisses and embraces
We are all fools when
We are in love. Cool?
It’s Tuesday the 13th. In February this means that the day that follows is V-Day, a saint’s day that for no particular reason I can see is designated for lovers and intimate dinners. The ultra-romantic in me is moved by Valentines Day 💝 but today’s poem is an offering of the silly rather than the sentimental.
If I remember you
Will that be enough,
Or is it too little or
Is it too late? When
I remember you will
That be enough? Or
Is it too little or too
Late? Is my memory
Ours. For always. Now
Young and in love sharing
Jokes both private and, ah,
Profane or sometimes, yes,
Profound. A giggle, a flirt
Averted eyes, but suddenly
They meet. It's sweet and
Delicious. That's young love.
Puppy love, they call it, but
It's not as indiscriminate as
Your puppy who slathers his
Loving tongue on every face
Or hand that's near him. You
Know that first pang when a
New boy looks at you. Like
That. Like he likes you. Like
He sees you. That pang is as
Real as love will ever be. Do
Not judge me by my age or
The time I take to find a love.
Older wiser and still as foolish
Love makes me so. He is as much
To me as ever he was. Love finds
All fools, young or old, strapping
Or stripplets equal to its tasks.
There will come a moment when
All we remember of this moment
Is the time it took us to cross the
Street or the care we took to dress
Before we met. The time will have
Passed without incident and the
Moment gone by without remark.
Remarkable as it seems to have it,
An event so memorable pass out of
Our memories and go by without
A souvenir. We have no mementos,
Only vague memories of a time so
Important to who we are and who
We will be, to the us we became in
Time, after that moment passed
The whole world should glitter like
This. Like it does for us tonight and
Most nights when we pay attention.
Do you see yourself as a leader?
"Where you go," says Carole King in
A paean to love, friendship, and yes
Loyalty, "I will follow." It's clear she's
Not volunteering to lead. She'll win
When she answers your call. It's the
Dance of life, backward in heels, step
Lively and carefully, keeping rhythm
Holding onto your vision, you listen
Wait to follow the leader, you're hep
It's the game of life, and you will go
Where it leads. Following your heart.
Let it lead to wherever it goes. Smart.
You know this dance. Go quick, go slow.
Tamara, really