My love does not lay in a bed of roses
nor does my love like to follow a trail of dying petals.
My love does not have poise’s woven into her hair
My love is not conventional;
It is potent
Dash away the repetitive symbols,
For my love do not require these objects.
For my love will always cherish the moments.
The memory of the first hand holding,
The first held breath,
The first gentle and truth in a kiss.
My love is not in the past,
but ever present in the now.








Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write per usual my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you cuz.
Damian
Thank you, Cuz.;))
This is so cool its almost hot .. & I luv it too .. 💛
Thank you, Neville. I was looking for romantic love poem and I got annoyed that I really could not find that on here and there are so many talented writers.
Awwww. Nice love poem Fia!
I need to post something too.
Hopefully this weekend I’ll post one:)
Thanks for the encouragement chica!
Thank you, Adel. Nothing wrong with seeing more love poems. lol
It’s so nice to see this! Never enough truly lovely poems anymore. We all needed to read this!
Well done, Fia. Bravo!
Thank you, Styxian appreciate that.
Your love,
the kind to be sure of.
Your heart,
best kind from the start.
Little things,
tender happiness brings.
Warm touch,
can never have too much.
Soft kiss,
leads to such wonderful bliss.
Happy eyes,
most loveliest of love’s prize.
Gosh, Fia! 💕
‘Twould seem your warming words have inspired my rugged olde pen to dance with love’s efulgent joy!
No one speaks of love more sweetly than You, dear poetess.
And, how lucky we are to share it … thank you, Fia! ⁓ Richard🖌
You are making me blush here. Thank you so much for saying that Richard
Your own words blend pleasure with my ink!
It is I, Fia, who equally thank You⁓☀️