My Love Whispers
By Jessica Hines
Listen to the sunset,
Can you hear its quiet sigh?
Listen, the sun is falling,
Watch it toning down the sky.
Soon darkness shall surround me,
Though twinkling stars will dare smile through,
While you are far away from me,
They’ll frown a humble hue. And as the sunset spreads its colors,
Horizons of gold and red,
I lie here all too much alone,
In this great, vast chilling bed…
For my world has stopped revolving,
‘Til you return, time’s standing still,
And the cold has settled ’round me,
With its stinging, breathless chill.
But my love for you keeps growing,
Standing fast to fight the cold,
Reminds me of your body’s warmth,
And the story of love, untold.
So listen to the sunset,
Look up, hear its quiet sigh,
Though’ we’re apart these lonely nights,
My love whispers across the sky.
Sweet Love Of Mine
By Jason Roop
I know it hasn’t been long since I last saw you my dear,
But to me it feels as long as five hundred year.
I miss you to the point I am loosing all sanity,
There has to be an end to all this calamity.
I think of you every second and every breath,
For you I would stare even into the face of death.
To kiss your lips is to taste the sweetness of love,
And it brings forth feelings from the heavens above.
To look into your eyes is to gaze into the sky,
So beautiful with the stars and the heavens inside.
To see your smile is to see the divine,
This poem is for you, sweet love of mine.
So Who Said It Was Easy
By Dimitri Shostakovich
So who said it was easy to keep old flames burning?
Even experts could use a little divine help now and then.
The easy part is to go out and be brilliant as Shakespeare.
Harder–much harder–to be the light dancing in someone else’s eyes.
Lights such as love require more faith than fuel.
Of all leaps, the most dangerous is into the mind of your lover.
Regarding miracles: What is less explicable than
Remaining in love through the long icy anguish of anger?
All lovers long for freedom only slightly less than they fear it.
In the end, love burns not desire but fear.
Not one of us would be capable of keeping the fire burning
Except for the knowledge that it is the sweetest, best, and most
beautiful thing in our lives.