Wednesday, November 24, 2010

An Ode to my Love

Perhaps it is the wine that tickles me,
but I envisage thee
and my heart swells.

My lips quiver with delight.
Ah, the words; what a plight!
The smile is all I can provide.

The sun leaves my view,
although it has barely touched you,
and I am a day closer to love.

A hug from your name,
No other is the same.
I ache with anticipation.

I must fill my glass
to make the night pass
and make my dreams a reality.

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Here is a taste 
of juvenile love's poetry;
A verse written
while I wandered Europe's backpacking trails
and my heart dreamed
of a lover missed
back home in Canada

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