Poetry is, her lips touching mine <br />reflections of candle light <br />when we dine <br />under the same blanket warm and snug <br />chest to breast <br />when we hug <br />her the bride <br />me the groom <br />together for a ride <br />sleeping in the same room <br />together though apart <br />living loving <br />heart to heart <br />like the sun shining off the sea <br />I shine from her <br />and she, me <br />nothing ever sent from above <br />is more poetic than <br />that of love<br /><br />ERNEST CLARY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-poetic/
