Lesbian Poetry

The Love

The woman I seek I find now the heart is field with the love, there are things missing that's apart from that love we share the conversations, companion, the romance, how is the love lasting?

Strenth of the love seems so stong still for what we still have for one another how is that possible?

Maybe it's just that person, but then again you lose feelings sometimes of what the woman of your life becomes sometimes you hold on as tight as you can then at times you just let lose, let it go

Sometimes the love can strengthen or it's the love that shadards into peaces

The peaces from that love can be glued back into place once more If the love is so true

Sometimes the love we think we have we can't see, it's invisiable, but somehow it still remains there