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