I love Love, so much further, than the eye can see.
Saying it out loud, does something euphoric to me.
Years ago, I wore my heart on both my sleeves.
Realizing, upon watching others concept, didn’t quite, suit me.
New love is promising,
endearing, with trust.
Although it becomes superficial,
when based solely on lust.
Long Time love, has a distinct way of standing out.
Although, time tends to allow, the sweetness of romance, to fizzle out.
Infatuation, one of the trickiest deceptions of love, where one incites love, in a persistent manner, sometimes upon many years, coming to the conclusion,they enjoyed the thought of you, more, then the idea.
Toxic love is the worst, of any around, riddled with being obsessively controlled, by a small, possessive mind.
No..Love to me is a beautiful portrait.
That is hard to explain.
It’s sound is the sweetest music,
when it calls your name.
Love to me is, eye contact,
so intense, loving and direct, when goosebumps form, they almost make you fall, back.
It’s, hand holding and kissing, and when you aren’t around, you’re both feeling lost, cause, the other’s missing.
Love to me, is that chill you feel, because you’re exposing your heart, and your vulnerabilities are revealed, from the very start.
It is trusting deep, talking, laughter—plus, not allowing anything in this world,
to, take away your blush.
Love is, teaching each other,
Not one, appearing to know it all,
allowing a multitude of beautiful words,
acknowledge, when the heart truly falls.
Never, any preconceived notions, as you keep showing daily, the same gentle emotions.
Love certainly is complimenting another’s best attributes,
while adding your own enhancements,
to inspire the best quality, too.
Love is togetherness,
enjoying love’s beautiful scenes.
While holding hands in bed affectionately, before drifting off to loving dreams.
POETRY By Tamara Moore
Thinker on the loose. Reblog
Copyright (c) Reserved for purposes by or for Tamara L Dorsey-Moore