Yearning Love

By Abrahim Harb

Oh me. Oh my. What old fashion
Ways can I use to show my passion?

I sent a dove
To proclaim my love...
Yes! I have my decision
Made with finite precision.

Signed with a kiss,
And excitement and bliss.
I can feel your caress
no longer do the messes
Created matter
Replacing a fuss with friendly chatter.

It cannot be lust
Proclaiming this I must.
Nor am I fond
Of this pond,
Separating this love and the final bit of glue,
From eternally binding me and you,

I love you...
Like Tennyson throughout the ages.
My love, my boo...
Like ink and poetry loves crisp pages.