“The Day Your Eyes See Love”
I know you are blind to the tenderness of my love for you.
From now on, I will be your eyes.
I will tell you everything your eyes cannot see.
I will climb the highest mountain in search of moonlit grass,
just so you can see again.
And when you finally open your eyes,
I will be the first person you see.
“I Make My Choice”
I woke up this morning longing for you:
longing to see you,
longing to be near you,
longing for the warmth of your touch,
yearning to feel your hands upon me.
Longing to hold your face in my hands,
to look into your eyes,
to smile at you as though it were our first date,
as though we were discovering each other
for the very first time.
In that moment,
our first words would quietly echo:
I am ready to fall in love with you.
It feels like the beginning of a new romance:
the first page of something beautiful,
the beginning of a love that will last.
In that moment,
two hearts emerge,
two hearts that refuse to give up on love.
Two souls willing to say,
I do.
I let my passion guide my choice.
I surrender my feelings to you.
I decide to walk beside you.
Two minds strong enough
to believe in commitment,
to choose each other,
to hold on when life becomes difficult,
and never lose sight of what brought us together.
Today,
I make my choice.
I choose you.
I choose to love you.
I choose to commit to you.
I choose to believe in us.
It’s been three to four months since I last wrote a love poem. I write poetry when I’m genuinely inspired; I don’t usually force myself to write poems when there’s no source of inspiration or mental stimulation. The new poem below articulates a constellation of emotions, memories, sensations, and feelings. I should also state that the poem is less an attempt to describe love than an attempt to capture a particular moment when attraction, intimacy, passion, memory, and desire converged.
“The Way of Your Skin”
Your skin draws me near, but it is your smile that keeps me attached.
I breathe in your scent and smell the fragrance of a passion that will never fade.
You take me on an adventure free of worries,
a journey no one could ever bring to an end.
I look at you as though we are witnessing the apocalypse of a thousand memories,
all of them knitted together into one unforgettable moment.
And when I touch your skin,
I discover something softer than the rays of the sun,
a warmth that makes me want to stay forever
“Let Us Dance”
Let us dance
to heal together,
to forget the wounds of love,
the loneliness of faded passion,
to forge a new union
that embraces both our pain and our joy.
Let us walk into the dancehall tonight.
Your fingers run through my hair.
I’ll play your favorite song.
Every beat becomes a new vow.
Every touch against your skin
sings the love we cannot hide.
Every line, every word, every chord
celebrates the miracle of us.
The saxophone sees you
and plays your favorite rhythm.
May this dance fill our hearts tonight.
Our shadows shall pass.
Every tender touch
binds our lips as one.
Let the music move through our bodies,
let the song set us free,
the rhythm of a single heartbeat
may knit two souls into one.
“Suspended Moments”
My mind remembers those suspended moments we created,
those instances when we surrendered to become one,
the hours we lived inside each other’s dream
to stop time.
You said to me:
make love to me—
so I may embrace tenderness and gentleness,
so I may savor your kiss,
not just the climax of love,
I want our bodies to experience the passion of our soul,
the attention of our hearts,
as if we fill our senses
with a thousand flavors of love.
When we kiss, our lips fuse.
Our tongues hesitate,
silence speaks
as if time helds its breath
stretches of stillness and eternity
between passion and knowledge
before exploring the depths of each other,
and the dream of becoming one.
“Where Your Steps Meet My Eyes”
The way I look at you
when your feet begin moving toward me
is not a casual glance.
It’s as if time slows just enough
for my eyes to receive you fully.
I catch every movement,
every subtle gesture,
and somehow each one feels unforgettable.
My eyes meet your steps halfway,
as if there is a quiet understanding between them.
Each movement you make
arrives before you do.
Every turn you take feels inviting —
not loud, not forced,
just a gentle pull.
When you walk,
there’s a natural cadence to you,
a rhythm that doesn’t try,
yet commands attention.
A quiet confidence.
A steady grace.
You carry yourself in such beautiful alignment
that your whole body seems to move in agreement with itself,
nothing out of place,
nothing uncertain.
There’s harmony in your shape,
unity in your stride,
balance in every intentional step.
I find myself watching,
gently,
tenderly.
It is presence,
companionship,
unity.
My eyes lose control,
not just because you’re beautiful,
but because the way you move feels
meaningful,
resonant,
eternal.
And in that space
where your steps meet my eyes,
everything quiets,
everything aligns,
and I am fully present with you.
I wrote this poem for you and your valentine. Whether you share your life with someone special or not, you still can celebrate the beauty and goodness of love. Happy Valentine’s Day to you!💘
“Roses Remember the Vow”
(A Poem for Valentines)
Last night I dreamed
the moon leaned down and caressed our bodies,
while our eyes rested gently upon each other,
as if time itself stood still.
The river by the lake reached outward,
joining hands with nearby dancing birds,
and all of nature seemed to smile,
blessing the quiet miracle of us.
We watched the world move softly around us,
breathing the fragrance of two dozen roses
waving gently in the wind —
a reminder that this was the moment
our hearts first melted into one,
the moment our souls became inseparable
when we whispered, “I do.”
We laughed like lovers discovering a hidden treasure,
we danced as if the night itself played our first song,
and we remembered the first promise,
the first vow spoken in trembling joy,
and the kiss that sealed
our very first Valentine.
“Where Our Eyes No Longer Meet”
How am I supposed to go on
without you?
You slipped into distance,
into a place where our eyes will no longer meet,
where our gazes cannot find each other anymore.
I will miss your smile,
the way it greeted me at dawn,
arriving before my first morning breath,
my words whispering your name
across the room.
I will miss your voice
when you are not near,
especially in the quiet moments
when we are just by ourselves,
when I reach for you
and you are not there.
I will miss holding your hand,
letting my fingers memorize your face,
learning again and again
the language of your skin,
breathing in the familiar scent of your body.
I am still trying to understand
how love can ask someone to forget,
to leave without thinking twice,
how two hearts can stand at a crossroads—
the crossroads of joy and pain—
and choose different futures.
I loved you beyond forever,
if such a place even still exists
in our world.
Are you leaving to find freedom,
to forget what once held us together?
Or are you going away to escape
the presence of our love?
Maybe this love was not meant to stay forever,
but it was real while it lived.
Maybe what we shared was not permanent,
but it was true while it breathed.
And even if it could not last,
it was strong enough
to leave a forever-shaped space
inside of us.
“I Chose You Over Forever”
I traded eternity for your presence.
Loving you became an act of rebellion,
rewriting every law I knew
costing me everything I had
bending the universe against me.
I carved two hearts into the sun
so the world would know our love exists.
I sailed a hundred thousand miles
through warring storms and thunder
just to find you,
just to bring you home.
I traveled backward through time,
changing myself to return
to the first steps we ever took together,
to know what you were thinking,
to relive our first kiss
exactly as it fell.
I think of nothing at all
so I can be free to think only of you.
I stayed perfectly still
to quiet the anxiety in your heart.
I tasted the sweetness of your soul
inside a dream,
just to be sure
you would be alright.
“Letters for the Hidden Face”
As a bee searches for nectar,
she trusts the flower that nourishes her.
As a parrot learns the language of humans,
she risks error,
the fragment of sound:
mispronunciation,
misunderstanding,
the ache of being heard imperfectly.
I search for you
in hidden places,
not because I do not desire safety,
but because love has taught me risk—
how to loosen my grip on comfort,
how to call surrender devotion,
how to rename control as connection.
I give myself away
in small poetic gestures,
sacred ways
to hold you once more,
to touch your face,
If only for a moment
you refuse to name.
Why do you keep hiding your face from me,
when you know this love,
though imperfect,
is honest,
and stands naked before your eyes,
asking only to be seen?
You choose secrecy.
I make my love known.
You choose silence.
I answer with poetry.
You love in whispers
and call it protection.
I write you love letters
and risk the world
knowing my name through yours.
You let this love burn inside me
without asking
how much it hurts—
how this passion unravels me,
how heavily it weighs,
how much of myself
it consumes.
Like a house set ablaze
from the entrance room,
like a burning bush
that devours my flesh.
It suffocates my breath,
drains my ability
to love anew,
to write the poems
that would keep you
living.
