Musings by The Poet Loriet
Just Another Silly Love Poem
Just Another Silly Love Poem
What is wrong with me?
Cheesy love songs
play on the overhead speaker.
I hum along,
"And I come to you
with open arms,
hoping you'll see
what your love means to me..."
I'm waiting for my prescription
to be filled,
and I walk up and down
the card aisle,
reading all the sappy ones.
"Darling, I miss you."
I find my head
nodding in agreement
with Amanda Bradley.
She understands how I feel.
I sigh, turn down
the cosmetics aisle.
Yes, I'll splurge today--
Cover Girl's Moonlit Waters,
Clare de Lune eyeshadow trio
(because I remember
that you love that song)
in lapiz lazuli, china blue and seashell.
I pick up a pack
of Rasberry Creme Savors
to soothe my oral fixation,
and an ornate barette
for my hair,
as I dream of your fingers
running through it.
Drawn to the lingerie aisle,
I find a pretty eggshell blue
pair of panties
adorned with butterflies,
lacy and delicate,
but they're not my size.
Each aisle I wander,
thinking of you,
little touches
that you might like.
You stay on my mind
like a favorite song
I can't stop singing.
I feel your kisses
in the wind,
see your face in every stranger,
your eyes in the moonlight...
must be love.
Lori Beal
What is wrong with me?
Cheesy love songs
play on the overhead speaker.
I hum along,
"And I come to you
with open arms,
hoping you'll see
what your love means to me..."
I'm waiting for my prescription
to be filled,
and I walk up and down
the card aisle,
reading all the sappy ones.
"Darling, I miss you."
I find my head
nodding in agreement
with Amanda Bradley.
She understands how I feel.
I sigh, turn down
the cosmetics aisle.
Yes, I'll splurge today--
Cover Girl's Moonlit Waters,
Clare de Lune eyeshadow trio
(because I remember
that you love that song)
in lapiz lazuli, china blue and seashell.
I pick up a pack
of Rasberry Creme Savors
to soothe my oral fixation,
and an ornate barette
for my hair,
as I dream of your fingers
running through it.
Drawn to the lingerie aisle,
I find a pretty eggshell blue
pair of panties
adorned with butterflies,
lacy and delicate,
but they're not my size.
Each aisle I wander,
thinking of you,
little touches
that you might like.
You stay on my mind
like a favorite song
I can't stop singing.
I feel your kisses
in the wind,
see your face in every stranger,
your eyes in the moonlight...
must be love.
Lori Beal
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Just Another Silly Love Poem
Just Another Silly Love Poem