Sitting under an Oak tree

Here i am,

Sitting under our oak tree.

Im thinking about how much i love you.

Right from the start,

My heart has belonged to you.

And day after day,

My love for you grows,

Untill everytime i see you,

My heart pounds,

And everytime i talk to you,

i am breathless.

Everytime i touch you,

I melt,

in a thing i like to call love.

Under our oak tree,

are all our memories,

and all the memories to come.

Reviews

[Nicole]

Ya, you so have a girlfriend.
.......
Great poem!

[Lauren.!]

Jorjor do u have a girlfriend? I think you do. *smirks* Good poem tho.

[Closed Account]

amazing, as usual Jordan. :)
--Bells

[Constance L. Hartwell]

This was a sweet, gentle, and delicate poem. You conveyed love in such a sensual, passionate way. The flow was flawless and your word choice was pitch perfect. I thought the title of your poem fit amazingly well. Kudos my friend.

[Marina]

Sweetness.

This is way better than my oak tree poem...it might have something to do with me actually being in love with the oak tree.

This is so sweet!

Thanks for posting.
XxStaySweet,
Rina