Some say that love poems should rhyme,
But in my heart these words are in perfect rhyme.
They say love is sometimes bitter,
But why in bitterness I still feel the sweetness?
People say that a true love is until death,
Why does my love for you is beyond death?
Other say that love is blind; all my senses are twined,
Only a heart that speaks and an understanding mind.
Some say that absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But why do I feel pain and a heart that wonders?
Maybe because your breath is my life. Your smile is my cure.
Your presence is a pain antidote a fragrance that spoors.
Love unconditionally, without question and hesitation?
That is what they always say, which I'am not in favor,
A true Love is felt by two beings and grows as one,
The most perfect gift is to be loved dearly, a love that will always burn.
