It’s Love

I see the catch lights shine in your eyes,

I hear the voice in my head ask “why?”

I shake my cranium and answer “I don’t know.”

And when I see your Beauty I don’t want to let go.

How is it that we ever came to be?

How in all grace did we become a we?

Was it luck? The kind we wish for.

Was it design? A plan laid out before.

I shake my cranium and answer “I don’t know why.”

As I shed a tear I crumble and cry.

For I love you and never want to let go,

I desperately want to stay and grow.

And as I see the catch lights shine in your eyes,

I answer my question “it’s love you idiot, its love, that’s why.”


Please you

Some days I pinch myself.

That a beauty like you could love me.

Some days I wonder how.

How that you ever found me.

Other days I thank the God.

The God that must have made you.

On those days I gaze in awe

At the beauty that that God gave you.

So understand my shock my love.

The shock that I’d ever keep you.

And understand that I’ll do all that I can.

To make sure I always please you.


Daily Prompt: Peculiar

Isn’t it peculiar 

That we feel the way we do

Certainly a peculiarity

That fortune favoured us two

Isn’t it odd

That our souls finally met

If one were to bet

I wonder what odds we’d get

But one thing that isn’t strange

Is how I feel about you

There’s not a shred of mystery

About what you surely do

You make me feel

As loved as I love you

And that might be peculiar

Or not… my mind will have to see

So while I ponder my beauty

The strangeness of our luck

Fear not the outcome

Cos with me you’re stuck

via Daily Prompt: Peculiar