Love Is

For her
Love is checking in the mirror
Brushing that curl that won’t lie down,
Sucking her lips to make her lips kissable.
Love is spraying her ‘oh so near’ cologne
Across her chest.
‘Out you go’ leave the boudoir.
Make sure your skirt isn’t stuck in your cheeks.
Love is
‘There he is, you wanna grab him,
You think he is lovely,
You love the manly smell of him,
He is lovely ‘cos he loves you.
And boy doe’s he wanna grab you,
[Oh flipping youth is wasted on the young! ]
You’re the centre of his universe,
Love is
He’s besotted he cannot believe
The softness of you, the smell of your hair,
The wiggle of your walk,
The click of your high heels.
Love is
He’s told his mum you’re the one.
Oh my god he’s got it out from his pocket,
It’s the ring, engaging sparkling,
Love Is, Well,
Off you go, hurry life is just a whisper
In the wind, have a lovely life together
And god bless,

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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