Her, Poetry

by S Francis

I do not write poems for her,
true,
she completes the poem.
Words cannot replace
her presence.
Emotions inspired
by our love
told by the twinkling
wealth of night.

I do not write poetry for her,
true,
she lives the poetry of life.
Words cannot explain
her presence.
My warmth
the fire she lights
the fire she feeds
her smile.

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15 Comments to “Her, Poetry”

  1. Oh, this is absolutely beautiful! Well done!

  2. Reblogged this on sailorpoet and commented:

    This week’s bonus content from poetscornerblog.wordpress.com. As always, mine is one shared by many great writers opening up their inner space for you to discover. Take the time and read, you may just find an ounce of beauty to counter the pounds of ugly we are asked to submit to these days. I choose to write and not submit, as do many of these other writers. Enjoy!

  3. I agree. Truly beautiful! A love like that needs to be celebrated and shared, and you’ve done it gorgeously!

  4. This is so very lovely, S!

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