Their love was like the wind at night;
Howling at the full moon,
wanting to wake up the stars,
That were shining ever so bright,
their love called to them in time.
It was time to finally sleep,
but the howling continued until the Sunrise.
Their love is strong,
for the fire grew more each day.
Their love was like the morning day light;
Bright, full of love in the clouds,
Not a single rainy cloud.
The clouds were moving away from the sun and up in the sky,
More so we couldn't see them anymore.
It was time to finally get up and out of bed,
yet the sun was so bright,
It still felt a bit gloomy.
Nothing will ever come between their love for each other.
Not the weather of the gloomy clouds, or even the rainy cold days.
Even though their love was like the ocean,
It was also like the rain, the beautiful sky,
The midnight howling, the shining stars from above us.
And still the fire begins to grow bigger and better,
A single drop will not burn their love,
Nor will a whole rain storm.
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Poems by me
PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
