This was a love made to be.
It is a strength that binds us,
It is a passion that fuels us.
Within all of your perfect imperfections,
Your true beauty shines.
Because it reminds me you're still human.
And that's an awfully pretty thing to be.
Your hair pours over your shoulders like a raging river.
Your eyes sparkle like the millions of stars in the sky.
Your smile like diamonds or fresh fallen snow.
Your smell is nothing less than a field of wildflowers.
You're so damn beautiful. I hope you know.
How lucky I am to be here with you,
Existing and breathing, this will make due.
Although billions of years have passed,
And billions remain,
Yet here we are together,
I certainly can't complain.
Our time to love is infinitely placed.
Lasting longer than the strongest mountains,
Running deeper than the largest canyons.
Long after we're placed in the earth,
I'll love you so sweetly,
Our love is a mirth.
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Author:
mountainman999 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I tried to make this as ambiguous as possible. So it could apply to anybody writing it for anybody. Enjoy!
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Wonderful write
Oh, to find someone who speaks to me so eloquently. Beautiful! -- phoenix
Love forever man of the mountain,
I can relate quite easily. Well done mountainman. ; )
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