When love loves me

I do not often speak of love
of candle light and snow white doves.
I do not speak of harps and hearts
or Cupid with his golden bow.
But what I do know is that he
my love who nightly shares my bed
and calls my name out in his sleep,
without a trace of shadowed doubt
his love is true and he loves me.

Reviews

[Ookpik]

This is a nice little cut of succinctity, Chris, aptly articulated and carrying a strong sentiment.

I might be interjecting a little with my own image here, but some say that love is like a mirror - held up to our partners so that we might better see ourselves (or, at the very least, the parts of ourselves reflected by them that we enjoy looking at). In other ways, the mirror captures those parts of ourselves that'd seem to've been missing - the other halves, and cornered jigsaws that they've, by some small miracle, somehow found the means to fit.

I prefer the latter, in that analogy, and it's funny that we often come to such realizations after spending the night beside somebody.

Very nice piece of writing, again, and thank you kindly for sharing.

-Ook

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you - Ook for sharing your thoughts. An interesting response, so I thank you again.
read moreThank you - Ook for sharing your thoughts. An interesting response, so I thank you again.

Chris

[HadesRising]

Love is deep and within us all. It's the moments we sometimes hide, we crave love and affection like a drug. A very well written poem Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Hades. I appreciate your thoughts here.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

I oh so like this poem..simply stated in lovely verse ..brief. yet speaks volumes of love
sweet write

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fran Marie, pleased you enjoyed this one.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

So very welcome

[barleygirl]

This is a love poem after my own heart. I am not into romance & fluffy love poems. I love how this is reality-based & solid as a rock. I have not known this kind of love myself, but when a couple is in it, you can tell so easily. It's never a big show of external fluff. I love that you have this kind of love & I love your title (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Margie. I've never been a hearts and harps gal. Thank you for your thoughts and your lovely visit.

Chris

[kentuck14]

Human love . . . oh, that wonderful gift to the lonely soul!
T

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Tom. Yes, love is indeed a gift to be cherished. Good to see you here. Hope all is good in your part of the world.

Chris

[apennylate]

I do not speak often of anything, really...
But if I did speak it, or heard speak of it from a trusted one...
I would not think a thing like candles or a hallmark showing of affection would be suffice for my belief to be genuine...
These notions/motions can be made on a whim...
Loyalty that stretches past the bounds of conscious/unconscious thought, however...
That is priceless and unrepeatable
No replication matches it...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your lovely review Silente-Write. Most appreciated.

Chris

[apennylate]

Of course, was a pleasure

[Kent Rawski]

I can sense your insistence of understated eloquence
as a gentle breeze in a wide ocean touching your emotion, your rhyme breathed falling upon your love

[apennylate]

Can I give you a gold star for that sentence, haha...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Kent Rawski, for your thoughtful review. A poem in its own right:)

Chris

[Kent Rawski]

thank you for your expression of love a giving one

[gram linski]

No need to shout, Chris, when love loves you, you will know it in braille

[Chris Shaw]

Why thank you Mr gram linski :) Your many visits this evening truly appreciated. Yeah love is blind an all that.

Chris

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This is lovely. As someone who frequently writes about love, your piece made me smile. It's definitely a nice feeling knowing that your significant other loves you back, and it certainly is beyond words to describe.
Nice one, Christine. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dr Y for your lovely review. Your visit appreciated.

Chris

[emmajoy]

How fortunate, blessed - whatever the word... you are, dear Chris. Was reminded recently that life gives us all what we deserve. Mixed blessings for many, perhaps? But, how utterly wonderful that you can gently and contentedly pen your thoughts knowing their truth and beauty sleep and wake with and within you.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Em for your visit and your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris