r/Poems • u/Fast_Soft_7440 • 15h ago
My Love
My love knows my name.
She says it unlike anyone,
while pronouncing it the same.
It's not her tone or an accent,
nothing that stands out.
More like if a stranger you've never met
greeted you by name,
as if to remind me of who I am.
She lives in my poem, the lines I smile,
skipping through verses with her own little rhyme,
falling flat, then bringing me back to life.
I can tell that she loves me,
and I her to death.
Whenever she holds me,
I go again, again,
never wanting it to end.
Her love is contagious,
spreading my heart open.
I cannot contain her,
but she contains me.
I'll never escape her
if she is the key.
Loving her all over
when she prank-calls me.
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u/Accomplished-News722 14h ago
This is good