I know what love is

I met you as a child,

On shores of gravel dressed with swings,

Laced with lakes of metal bars, buttoned with waves of sea-saw.

Children were restless, bouncing with youth,

while you and I sat upon a hill, smiling at the sun.

Upon the serenity of this scene,

you pulled a daisy from the glowing grass,

offering the gift to me,

your lips reflected your mind’s pondering,

deciding it was the embodiment of my beauty,

yet, as I reached for it, you took it back,

concluding that it wasn’t right,

because its radiance could not beam forever,

and so we plucked the petals,

Freeing them into the sky,

before falling upon the bed of blossoms,

gazing at the soaring flowers flight.

 

I gave you my heart when I was a young woman,

as we lay underneath solitary stars,

dreaming they did not rest so far.

Whispering the aspirations of our soul,

tangoing in the dance of desire,

falling asleep to the soothing beats sung from the others chest,

where following this rest we would wake

to a raining rainbow of sunrise,

swimming in sweet laughter,

drying in the light of enfolding affection

as its warmth wrapped like a raging fire.

 

When I became an adult I promised you forever,

until the seas dried and the sun had died.

You spread your soul into my womb,

and from it branched the wandering of unmapped paths,

the sailing of unexplored seas, the climbing of rocky cliffs,

but no matter where we were,

at night we would always find time to sit arm in arm,

to watch the cool black tide drift

as it glowed under the moon,

while our hearts swayed happily to the lyrics of “I love you”.

 

As we aged, the memories became wrinkles sketched upon our face,

and the deeper that they cut, the more I fell in love.

Though now we stand static from a long life’s span,

my heart has never pumped so passionately,

pulse never pounded so quick,

the rays of the sun never felt so strong,

the wind has never seemed so soothing.

As you sit on our battered porch, rocking in your chair,

I come to you with a daisy,

claiming that it is our love,

because while its petals may wither,

its seeds will sprout forever.

Reviews

[Jonathan]

I really enjoyed the being of the childish love
Because it is so subtle and sweet and most
Of all realistic. As for the rest, well that's something
That will never happen only in our imaginations.
Don't get me wrong its a great poem and all, but
the reason for it being what it is because you are
A romantic with a beautiful mind.

[Jordan]

Old people in love is always really cute. My only advice for this one would be that when it comes to adjectives and metaphors, more does not always equal better.

[bluessadmood]

God how sweet ,its one thing i always pondered on ,..love could never die
its at the end ,the words exploded in hopeless romantic tunes..
I promised till the day i die..the seas will dry the sun will die but not my love
as those wrinkles deepened ,they told how long and sweet the journey was
what a reminder..even then the sun showed ever so bright,the wind never so sweet
i loved everything here
lovely write

[HopelesslyDevoted]

awww......this is so romantic and so sweet!
I love the line
"As we aged, the memories became wrinkles sketched upon our face
and the deeper they cut, the more I feel in love"
what a beautiful description of true love!
wonderful job!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Time and living with someone allow the heart to expand to a better and stronger love. Lucky people hold on. I like the story. The description and detail make the story come alive. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Wondering Mind]

beautiful voice here singing the cycle of life lived in love

[Frank F. Atanacio]

another stylish piece of work done with talent you are an able poet great write

[Claude]

Beautifully cyclic. I love the longitudinal aspect as the piece unfolds. Bravo!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

aww so cute

[youngwriter222]

Such a beautiful poem! I love how time passes from him and her meeting at a young age and staying together through death.
What a true love poem! This poem makes me feel hope!

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love so much about this poem - the passage of loving time - but these words really stood out for me:

You spread your soul into my womb,
and from it branched the wandering of unmapped path...