I love writing about the allure of romantic love, the total infatuation with another human heart. I am inspired by past and current love, love lost, new love and love that lasts lifetimes. Every day is Valentines Day for a poet.

fountains of youth,
goddesses of love and gods of war…
and that maybe there really
is a singular soul
who exists only for her.

when he was an aged man.
I was young,
full of fury and fire.
Life had not turned him cold..
He was soft and warm
and felt like home

of algorithms,
solving all of love’s
habitual problems.
Our bodies fit
like the sum
of numbers too difficult
for simple people to solve.
We are complex and intricate,
our own little equation.
kiss the mountain tops,
where only ancient rocks and valleys
will whisper of us.

I’ve been waiting for you
for millions of years, waiting
for your cosmic pull
to hold me in your heavens
and love me.

for her on the hill
by the magnolias.
The song ran antiquitous
through her bones,
and brought them both back
to better times.

in whispers when we
are dead and gone?
Will they wonder what has happened
to our quiet lover’s song?
I hope the chairs stay empty
and cannot be replaced
by other smiling faces
holding hands
in love’s embrace.

she waited for a passerby
to notice her loveliness.
He found the beauty
and breathed life into her again.
And when he was gone,
she held onto the breaths
within in her.
She could never repay him for that.

Don’t be just another chapter.
Be the hero of my story,
the happy ending
in a world full of tragedies.

undress me with a stare,
and then make me forget
any lover
I’ve ever known.

we’ve only read about.
I want to exist the world with you.

by the throbbing of her heart.
He feels it right through her skin
and loves her like its the end of days.