Her, Poetry

Her, Poetry

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


8 thoughts on “Her, Poetry

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  2. one of the most tender poems from you Stephen, it’s almost like a song with a melody of it’s very own. i especially like “she lives the poetry of life”, isn’t our lives just like that, poetry in motion, every act a stanza we repeat on loop so very often. I look forward to more writing like this.

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