Something Bout Her: Poems of Love

29. A Sense of love

There’s something 'bout her that made every word flow, 
In these poems, my love and sorrow show.

In our memory book, our love's a gently pressed rose, 
Within strong walls, our fortress where love freely flows.

Eyes look away, filled with unseen fears, 
Late-night calls echo, tears fall through the years.

Longings seem distant, like a twisted rhyme, 
Accepting flaws, your absence echoes over time.

A storm of chaos, wild and bewildered, 
Our love, not forgotten, remains secretly sheltered.

Anger, a fleeting storm, in love’s gentle glow, 
Yet our love endures, a flame burning below.

Misunderstandings craft a fragile art, 
Erasing moments, tearing us apart.

Conversations replay, dancing with the past, 
Leaving doors ajar, hoping our memories last.

Love’s future uncertain, with a soft sigh, 
Let’s turn back time, to where old moments lie.

A graveyard of hopes, where silence speaks, 
Life’s whispers linger in stories unique.

Impatience brings sorrow, in a restless sweep, 
Your touch, an emotion, running so deep.