until now.
until i heard
the softness of your voice
i never heard music.
until i saw
the brightness,
the warmth of your smile
i never saw beauty.
until i felt
the heat of you next to me
i never felt needed.
until i smelled
the light floral sweetness of your perfume on
your body
i never smelled passion.
until.
& until
the sweetness (until
now)
i
tasted of you
your sensuous full lips
have i kissed before you.
and until you
i
have never
lived.
--Alex George
5 comments:
Beautiful poem, bruh. Romantic, wistful & very Valentine's Day appropriate.
One.
@ Moanerplicity, Thanks man!
Daij, you are a gifted poet. Sounds like you've fallen in love as well. I wanted to post a poem yesterday but instead slid the prose inside of a Valentines Day card...
Thanks Don, but no, I'm not in loved. Love is illuding me. God knows how badly I want to be in love though. My guess is that He's waiting until the right time for us to make that connection. But I can dream though. In order for me to write of love, I have to remember how I felt the last time I was in love.
Loved it ...I know this feeling all 2 well #LivingIT
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