To the brightest suns of Summer,
add the brightest stars and moons
and the oceans gentlest murmur
and the skylarks sweetest tune
and all miracles together
that this world was ever shown
and all that could never measure
up to the love that I’ve known.
Your love that is what true love’s meant to mean;
Your love that, in love’s country, would be queen;
Your love; the opposite of Hell, with Heaven inbetween.

Comments
skinner_jennifer | November 11, 2011 - 13:20
And what wonderful sentiments you have written in
this poem JoHn. I love the significance of what you
are conveying to the reader. Simply beautiful.
Jenny.
well-wisher | November 11, 2011 - 15:31
Thank you very much, Jenny.
I try to write old fashioned love poems because those are the kind that really thrill me with their beauty; the poetry of the Elizabethans; the Cavalier poets; the Romantics and the Georgians.
JoHn -
"Ex amore victoria". ("From love comes victory".)