A Love Poem

Contrary to the title I am not going to recite a love poem Why? Because I have given up on love Poems Every time I sit in an attempt to spew my heart onto the pageless stage Words fall short of capturing your true beauty Because beauty’s in the eye of the beholder And your love has got me blind to reality and dreaming of fantasy It’d be shallow to say your beauty is only skin deep I am the brave explorer who ventured past your plastered smiles and tears Deep into the crevices and uncharted territory of your heart Tore my still beating, bleeding heart from my chest Stuck it on a pole Stabbed it into the cold Hard unfertile ground of your soul And in my travels I found a beauty that tamed this beast I am not going to recite a love poem I just can’t find the words The purest forms of the nouns, adjectives, and verbs To describe the way your halo glistens and innocently tilts to the side Didn’t fall from the Heavens God so graciously parted For you to make your decent into my life And truth be told Only God and my soul know the words to this poem called love See, you have made me reconsider my policy And I’ve given up on love Poems There’s not enough clichéd ink in my pens My love for the planet is too great to consider deforestation Because my love for our future on it is immeasurable But I digress Because I am not going to recite a love poem Let my actions be the words My life be the pages My tender affection: the punctuation in my phrases Because actions speak louder than words And a picture is worth a thousand So, look past my pupils and channel my soul Gaze upon that canvas where our future is painted You can’t tell me that’s better than a poem Quite honestly I don’t have the time to recite a love poem Ever since you’ve given me the time of day I spend my day spending time with you Whether in my thoughts or my reality And sometimes I really can’t decipher which is best Because the here and now is irreplaceable, inescapable But nothing is sweeter than savoring the taste of the future’s possibilities It’s obvious Cupid’s been aiming at my heart and Chronos has been playing with my clocks because When I’m thinking of you time flies Like the passion tipped arrow through my heart clear out the other side And when you’re here It seems to stand still So, I lay here straddling a dual universe where I’m thinking of you Wondering if you’re dreaming of me And that’s why you’re smiling As you’re right beside me And over there Lies my pen and page not even calling my name I have given up on love poems Because why would I ever need to write a love poem When your beauty is all the poetry I will ever need?