love

“The Covenant of Love”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Caring, Daily Devotion, Grieving, Long Distance lovers, Loss, love, Poetry

“The Covenant of Love”

When you stop chasing me,
your silence becomes louder than your voice.

You think of me in the moment
when your heart says no to its own passion.
I dream of you whenever you appear in my imagination.

Will you let go of your passion
when I become an unavoidable presence?
Will you call my name, even when your heart no longer wants to hear it?

I will come near you,
just to make sure you see my smile one last time.
I will feel your skin,
even if it no longer invites the warmth of mine.

Letting you go was never what I wanted.
Separating from you was never a voluntary decision.

Yet I am still here,
longing to return to your home.
I am still near,
ready to recommit myself
to your unending grace.

Will you let me?

I will make you one promise:

this time,
I will restore what was broken,
renew the covenant we did not honor,
and dry every single tear.

“The Day Your Eyes See Love”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Joy, Light, love, Poetry

“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”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Joy, Long Distance lovers, Loss, love, Poetry, Relationship

“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.

“Running to You”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Justice, Kindness, love, Poetry

“Running to You”

I say yes to you
for the rest of my life.
I will choose you
even in your weakest moments,
when you doubt yourself,
when you cannot believe
that we have a future together.

I will stay
when fear tells you to run.
I won’t give up on us when you want to let it go.
When you need access to my soul,
I will run to you.

Not because I have to,
but because loving you
has become the deepest yes
I have ever known.

“The Way of Your Skin”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Joy, Loss, love, Poetry

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

“After the Last Song”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Caring, Grieving, Loss, love, Pain, Peace, Poetry

“After the Last Song”

The trombone was silent.
Sheet music lay scattered
across the room of your heart.
Its trembling beat
outpaced the rhythm of the night.
Your voice searched the silence,
while your soul rested
in love’s darkest corner.

Every silence now feels too loud.
The ghosts of tomorrow
have become your only comfort.
Your voice still echoes
through the empty room.
Even when the night is through,
I still hear the sound of you.
Every cry,
every tear,
becomes another memory
of a love slowly fading.

“Let Us Dance”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Joy, Loss, love, Music, Pain, Peace, Poetry

“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.

“Just a Simple Text”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Caring, Poetry, Amour, Loss, Anguish, Grieving, Pain, love

“Just a Simple Text”

She lives a life of withered passion,
a love that slowly fades.
“Just a simple text,” she whispers,
“to remind me that you still care,
that you haven’t changed,
that I still have a place in your heart.”

She yearns for reconnection,
for the closeness they once shared.
He watches her from afar,
realizing his heart has learned
to survive without her.
Not because he does not care,
but because caring has taken another form.

Both go their separate ways,
surrendering the future
they once imagined.
Dreams deferred.
Promises undone.
A love that proved temporary.

“The House Where Sadness Lives”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Light, Loss, love, Poetry

Below is a new poem I wrote this morning:

“The House Where Sadness Lives”

When the sun goes down,
she enters the loneliness of the night,
where her fears awaken
and the cycle of grief continues.
Sorrow has become her companion,
a permanent resident
she never invited.

Yet she carries a hope in secret:
Fragile.
Vulnerable.
Unmeasurable.

The sadness never leaves her home.
She is restless whenever the sun goes down to sleep.
She worries about losing the little things she has left.
Morning tears greet her when she wakes up.
Night tears never let go
when the one she loves is not around.

She had hope for a better tomorrow,
a life where love would stay
and fear would disappear.
Yet she carried dreams quietly in her heart,
even when the walls around her
whispered despair.

She waits…
She contemplates…
She carries the weight of tomorrow,
the uncertainty of life,
the burden of survival.

Every day, she accepts the tears before dawn,
afraid of losing the little things that remain.

But she still hopes…

With trembling hands,
holding on to memories
she refuses to let go.

Yet somewhere beneath
the weight of her sorrow,
a small flame of courage
still remains.

“Sanctuary from the Storm”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Anguish, Loss, love, Pain, Poetry, Sanctuary, The storm

“Sanctuary from the Storm”

Love will choose you again.
It searched for you in all the wrong places,
where lovers lost hope, passion, and direction,
but in me it found a resting place for you.

I have seen your heart tremble.
The wind stole passion,
buried attraction in the sand of forgetting.
You walked away.
Love weakened.

Falling in love does not have to be frightening.
You do not have to hide what your heart desires,
run from what is gentle,
a sanctuary for your love.

I am not thunder,
but a rainy season to calm your storm.
I am right here,
ready to catch you
whenever your heart needs lifting.

I am that sanctuary
when the noise is too loud,
the wind too violent
for your peace.

But before you go too far,
tell me, darling,
what about the promises you made?
Were they only words,
or did they carry the weight of us?

Will you silence your heart,
bury what we were,
pretend our memories did not bind us,
did not shelter us
from the storm of what they said about us?

They bind me still
to your morning smile,
to the quiet way you looked at me,
to your inner thoughts.

Loving you at a distance
was never my desire,
yet I whisper
so that I may love you still,
finding a pathway home.

I can love you like that.
Not loudly.
Not desperately.
But faithfully.

You do not have to leave again
searching for love in all the wrong places
when it already knows your name in me.

These hands will hold you.
This heart will protect you.

And if you grow tired of running,
if love frightens you again,
remember

Love will choose you.
And I will be here.