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10 Love Poems
Copyright 2008 Jason Sturner
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Note to reader: Due to the nature of digital formatting, some of the following poems may have lost their original structure. If you would like to see the poems in their intended design, please visit my website for reading options or consider purchasing a hard copy of the book. Thank you.
This morning there was much rain,
forcing the birds into trees,
the butterflies beneath leaves.
I stand at the open window,
listening for the cool silence
I begin to wonder
about time machines,
about being fully absorbed into the future:
The full view of a sunset
from our porch chairs,
a cat resting at our feet.
Faces aged, a hand
holding a hand.
And the wind
comes down from flowered hills,
filling the home with fragrances.
Everything is golden orange
like a softly glowing jewel.
I blink and turn from the window.
Another routine day begins.
The echoes of my heartbeat
will mingle with the rain.
I sit at my desk this morning,
turn my head from the computer
and stare at my hands.
The aroma of hazelnut coffee
swirls around me.
And I think—
My god, these hands have really accomplished.
They’ve done a million interesting and uninteresting things;
they’ve been to so many places.
Suddenly, I’m walking along the lake,
watching seagulls coast over the waves.
And then, with the softest of touches,
my hand is taken and I return to her.
The aroma of spring love
swirls around us.
I look over into her beautiful, adoring eyes,
and it occurs to me that simple pleasures
are nothing short
I see more than you know
about all you are,
and through my observations
and from my analysis
I’ve concluded that
I love you.
Not a theory
quite simply a fact—
I love you,
and that’s that.
We do not need thoroughfares
when love seeks the heart
Such is the way of love—
always destined, never sought
We do not need gold coins
when love comes without cost
Such is the value of love—
always priceless, never bought
We do not need a wise man
when love speaks through art
Such is the beauty of love—
always instilled, never taught
And we do not need a ruse
when love surrenders to us all
Such is the enigma of love—
always mysterious, never caught
There’s a batch of romance
now simmering in the heart—
add red wine and it’s very sweet,
the degree of love determines its heat.
There’s a pink perfume sunrise
waiting patiently for its turn—
its rays are bright, though bittersweet born,
a thread for mending hearts torn.
There’s a book of poetry
blown open by the wind—
a million words the poets have said,
always a favorite: Roses are red…
There’s a day reserved for love
bearing cards and cliché—
the candied tradition our hearts
know as Valentine’s Day.
Talk to me in the comfort of fresh morning
when a bird’s song I may enjoy
as the cold of night surrenders to the warmth of dawn
and there comes no sound from the telephone or door.
Hold me close as the sun plays with shadows
when the curtains of our room blow wide
as our hearts beat ever so quietly to the pulse of day
and seagulls scavenge across the falling tide.
Know me when the day is newly born, my love
when the spirit within this aging body is content
as I steal gentle kisses from your soft lips
and inhale the subtle fragrance of this moment.
A silky aura
visit me sleeping
fills my every moment
when I am loved by you.
come to ease
are of no attention
My heart beats
with subtle integrity
when I am loved by you.
There awoke in me, on a night enlightened by
magnificent starlight, fancies for poetic pursuit in
the name of love. And of this, an autumn-haired,
spring-eyed beauty of sweet unawareness.
I became a romantic, for all intents and purposes,
and bowed as a knight to his maiden in waiting.
I was taken. I was subdued and held prisoner—
I was willing.
In her heart were the moist soils of Eden, full of music
not heard since the day love was cast upon the world.
I took her hand and splashed the grass with my melting,
saw angels under the gospel of her voice.
I was no longer just a man, but a vessel for poetry.
And I finally knew what it was to be alive:
To inhale love, to exhale words, to truly breathe—
like a sonnet venturing from the page.
I have longed to be
the quiet, fading light
that helps you sleep;
and sunrise through the open door.
I’ve stayed awake for hours,
wondering how I could channel
the most beautiful things
through your eyes,
and into your heart.
I have wished to be
the warm, child-long summer
that stirs your playful curiosity;
and dreams across the long winter.
For a time I doubted
I could be any of these things,
or the myriad others
that fill my head each day.
But the stronger my life
bonds with yours,
the less I doubt my abilities,
the more revealed is my part.
With love, all possibility follows;
it follows me, it follows you.
And all these things wished for
are already true.
Wrapped in the fireplace
of your arms. Warmed by
the trust in your smile.
The night and our love
Are acquainted. You cuddle close
and feel my heart. I brush your
hair away from your face.
The window and the rain
Are old friends. Soft candle-
light washes over our skin,
soft music over our repose.
The ambiance and timing
Couldn’t be better. I look
down at you, you’re falling asleep.
I kiss your forehead
and whisper, Sleep well.
With eyes closed, you sigh
and reply, Then don’t go.
About the author:
Jason Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois, and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago. He has published four books of poetry: Kairos, 10 Love Poems, Selected Poems 2004-2007, and Collected Poems. In addition to poetry he writes flash fiction, short stories and nature essays. He resides in Geneva, Illinois, and works as a botanist at the Morton Arboretum in Lisle.
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Selected Poems 2004-2007
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