My first love poem

He is

The stud

Heart made of stone

Molded by

masculinity and recklessness

He is

rash

Because he is hesitant.

Petty love

Pet names

This is not a time

For falling for some girl.

Yet their time is a many.

Plentiful yet tentative

He whispers pieces of his life

So she grabs a brush

and paints them

Completing the ends with her own

Lovely curls

And vibrant colors she hears in his words

As he speaks

In his late nights,

Restless for her

But she is patient

She tells him

To get some shut eye,

If he must.

But she’ll be waiting

For his wake,

When he realizes

That every life

Is a life

built for two.

Reviews

[Sarah]

Sweet love poem, well done, really like the way you've written it out.