Love Poems
past the proclaimed day of love..... lasts the warmth of love...... and therefore a few poems written in the recent past, for all my loved ones and everyone still in love post valentine's fervour...... If love could be spelt out I'll douse my words in cliches, my sentences with repetitions, the thoughts heard of before, meanings that create no imagery, a bland poetry. In an attempt to say something worthy, I'll sound like a fumbling idiot, But I'll put myself through all that ridicule because when i get down to parting the world, there is the whole world inviting but blue and then there is you. When 'She' Loves She love enough to do things with eyes shut mind stalled. She sees not the follies, nor the bargains, nor the machinations. She ponders not later on the benefits gained from hindsight but continues the same way for she simply loves. She is blamed, named, silly, stupid,