“You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.”

I say five more minutes but what I really mean is never leave me.

Remember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.

We may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.

Don’t shame a woman for speaking her truth because it should be universal.

My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.

Longing made a home in my body.

A year ago we battled atoms to see each other – spaced apart but still so close together in heart.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

The stars can’t compete with your glow so don’t let the world take it away.

Our love is that light up every room star.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

Write me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.

Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.

Look at our story: It is enduring.

When the people you love are gone, you’re alone.

I guess living without love, without experiencing it or being able to give it is pretty strong punishment.

I am not handsome or sexy. Of course, it’s not like I am hopeless.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.

No one gets out of this world alive, so the time to live, learn, care, share, celebrate, and love is now.

There is no better way to start than loving yourself first.

I believe in love at first sight. You want that connection, and then you want some problems.

Love is really more of an interactive process. It’s about what we do not just what we feel. It’s a verb, not a noun.