1. Breath of Love
Let me behold your hair upon the breeze,
A vision drifting through my silent mind.
We walk through dreams that stretch beyond the seas,
To places stars and stories have designed.
Together lost in pages still unread,
We write in wine-stained ink across the years,
Where love may rise or falter, left for dead,
Entwined in joy, confusion, hope, and fears.
Shall time erase the bond we sought to bind?
Or will our hearts complete the book we write?
Each chapter formed by echoes we designed,
Each touch a spark that dances in the night.
And if love ends where once it dared to start,
It breathes its last inside this beating heart.
2. Love Is Here
Love lies within our ever-pulsing frame,
Imprinted deep inside our DNA.
It plays the part in every hopeful game,
And paints our thoughts with colour every day.
It builds the world with hands of joy and clay,
Yet hides in shadows when it’s filled with fear.
It shouts with laughter, then it slips away,
And weeps a single tear when none are near.
It glows behind the clouds at close of light,
Or whispers gently in the falling rain.
It holds us in the blackness of the night,
Then wakes us up to try and love again.
So when I close my eyes and cease to roam,
Love softly speaks — I’ve always been your home.
3. The Sonnet
Come chase me through the meadows in full bloom,
Then rest with me inside a willow’s shade.
Let laughter echo through the garden’s room,
Where every memory and kiss is made.
We’ll run past hills where stars begin to sing,
And daffodils will shimmer as we dance.
We’ll joke until the sky forgets to cling,
And time will give us yet another chance.
So write me lines that hold your beating soul,
And whisper them beneath the setting sun.
Let’s walk this aisle and let the heavens toll,
Our pages bound, our paragraphs begun.
If ever you forget the words we knew,
This sonnet waits to lead you back to true.
4. Pain of Love
The candle’s flame burns bright without a wound,
Yet passion dances wild beneath its light.
A rose’s thorn leaves skin and soul marooned,
And love’s sharp blade will cut without a fight.
I lost your hand, and with it lost my grace,
My secret plan laid bare for all to see.
This heart once full now limps a slower pace,
As prayer meets silence on its bended knee.
Each step I climb inside this towered gloom,
Feels heavier with bread and bitter snow.
The sky writes answers I cannot presume,
While trees wave truths my mind refuses know.
Though love may wound, its ache is still divine—
A curse and blessing I cannot define.
5. Lost Sonnet
Is love the blush that hides within a rose?
Or tangled sheets at dawn with limbs entwined?
Is love the warmth a steady partner shows,
Or children’s eyes when time has redefined?
Is love a word the poets tried to teach,
An unseen force behind the falling rain?
Is love a bus we wait for out of reach,
A beam that burns through loss, or feeds our pain?
Perhaps it’s simply walking without speech,
Two shadows cast beneath a fading light.
Perhaps it hides in gestures small, not grand,
Like fingers brushing softly in the night.
For all we seek, this truth may still remain—
Love just exists, though none can quite explain.
6. An Interdimensional Call
She called to me from stars I’ve never seen,
Her voice a song beyond the edge of sky.
She asked me to remember what had been,
To share my light with those who question why.
She showed me how I lost the will to fight,
When silence ruled where truth had once held sway.
In shadow’s grip she taught me how to write,
To guide lost strangers searching for the way.
With words that travel through forgotten lands,
I speak for those who’ve fallen through the page.
I offer out my heart, not swords or hands,
And meet the void with wisdom born of age.
I was not lost, but waiting for the sign—
A voice to echo what was once divine.
7. She Believes
She folds her notes and leaves them in their hands,
The children cold and hungry in the street.
She weeps for pain she barely understands,
Then walks in silence where the lost ones meet.
She lifts the fallen with her open palm,
No script, no pause, no need to ask them why.
Her presence speaks in stillness and in calm,
A force of nature rising toward the sky.
She seeks no praise, no crown upon her brow,
Just quiet joy and peace from every strife.
She finds the strength to plant her hope somehow,
And offers it to all who cherish life.
If happiness is earned, then let it be—
She asks for none, but gives it endlessly.
8. Waiting for Her Man
The warmth that lingers on her slender skin
Still clings to sheets like perfume on a page.
A night of love, a silence held within,
A whispered note that echoed through the cage.
He left her wrapped in memories and thread,
A letter folded neatly by the bed.
“This love can never end,” the message read,
But love had fled and left the words for dead.
Perhaps they’ll meet again beyond this place,
Where time forgets and stars refuse to shine.
Perhaps a touch, a glance, a hidden face,
Will spark a flame beyond the edge of time.
For now, she waits beneath the broken moon,
Wrapped in the ache of love that came too soon.
Love your sonnets, thanks for sharing.