Love Poems towards Valentine’s Day

Implore Deux
How could we
have been made so Loving
if not meant to Love?
It only stands to reason,
I nod to God Above.
And flailing, I seek my purpose,
restless and loveless both.
I wonder at how much grace I have,
and how much Hope.
Tell me a story from your life
she said.
There is nothing to tell
said he.
I didn’t Live
until I met You.
I should not be walking.
my skin my face
at the fingertips
Walk fast walk fast
pick up pace.
Snow hardened
on evergreen
Like crystal
like lace,
in my little heart
on my winter face.

14 Comments on “Love Poems towards Valentine’s Day”

  1. andy1076 says:

    Beautiful.. As always 🙂

  2. irfriske says:

    I see hearts in both pictures, cold, icy waiting for the warmth of love to re-spread from within, as the thaw of warm memories brings the heat of loves passion for ones-self to a full roaring flame!

    Much love, Lilly

  3. free penny press says:

    lovely poetry Lily.. so nice to see your words here and do hope all is going well for you..
    You are missed 🙂

    • lily says:

      Thank you, Lynne. I missed you and your posts, too! I am slowly catching up.
      (Among other things, I had fun watching Downton Abbey with my kiddos : )
      ~ Lily

  4. Very wonderful words, Lily…and the accompanying images, though of cold snow, exude a warmth…of love and beauty! Glad to see you’re back!

    • lily says:

      “…love and beauty” and love of beauty…
      Both I think of when I think of your artistry.
      Thank you kindly my friend.

      ~ Lily

      • These are the two most important things for me to convey through my photos and paintings, Lily. Because I live in a city well-known for its murders and corruption and filth, I strive to show not the wealthy areas (though I sometimes must, Xmas e.g.), but just little pieces of the city of Chicago and the sky under which I currently reside.1

        Please keep writing and posting…your words must be read by more people!

  5. janinevasta says:

    I love all three and how different they are one from another. Noir is aptly named, Ice is like a slice of my own life. Delicious anticipation, unbearably sweet and intense enough to melt snow. The first, Implore Deux, well I have no answer for you but to wait and know that I am here in the shadows keeping you company, dear friend. A huge hug Lily! xx

  6. lily says:

    And such wonderful company you are!
    Thank you, Janine.
    I am not yet all the way caught up with your visions of Umbria; it is such a treat to be visiting again. I do believe you must have heard me sighing over terracottas, textures, doorways and such : )
    ~ Lily

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