Endearment

My love,

Sweet thing,

My darling,

Little dove-

Silly things

Making us 

Flighty things-

That’s the way

 It goes;

That’s the way 

Love grows.

Endearing man,

Dearest woman-

That’s the way

The world turns;

That’s the way

The soul yearns-

All in the precious,

Innocent name

Of love. 

Reviews

[Felecia]

Oh sweet love...I've seemed to have troubles with is, but what can I expect, I'm only 15 after all. I'm sure I'm too young to know love right now.
Wonderful poem, Sarah, great job

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you! And I'm only seventeen, and I doubt I will know love for awhile..,.:)

[Felecia]

Only seventeen? 0.0 really? Wow...only two years older then me aha

[Sarah Marie]

lol yes people never believe me on line or in person...two summers ago, I was on the staff for a morning summer camp, and most of the kids thought I was between twenty and thirty and even married to the camp's leader....

[Felecia]

wow aha

[Shreyas Tripathy]

Very different and sweet poem ...