three poems of mine for my sweet love

It’s now the time So many times have I read odes of praise or poems that extol the beauty

found in lover’s eyes or ears or gentle lips, with awe’s appreciation holding me. The love I feel is no less sacred now than felt by those before, who wrote such verse, just me, less willing with my words, to bless and savor that which we have come to know. So atrophy be damned and tedium let go, so that with recklessness I dive off cliffs of fear into the passionate expressions I now hold in knowing you. It’s now the time for love, and always been, and we the ones to make it known to all. When my distractions blink, I am stunned by the sight of you. When my opinions pause, the flash of love’s flesh stuns me. When I stop avoiding doing the things I fear to do, It is you, who sits beside me. Way beyond my longings before the boundary of avoidance lies the remarkable present moment of you.