Poem on Love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Always In Love

Always in love,
he never doubted whether
his early years, full of passion
and immorality were too stiff
to be interesting.

Stories of inspiration
are strongly moved by a passionate sense
of beauty, the delight
of being in love.

That slow, exquisite
sensation of touch
was heaven.

She felt
passion touch her
with silent motion,
drawn together in unaccountable flow
between people.

I rather think
real love and affection
will fertilize
your soul.

Your face is bright
all steeped in sunshine,
more beautiful than
the water singing
as it runs
on a great day.

She was a romantic soul
and passion burned
in her bed.
That was life
madly
in love.

I daresay,
all this prose is
so I can write
to describe
how it feels
to be with you.

Somewhere in his soul,
he still loved her.

Their love was
something deeper,
something divine and
involuntary,
it was her deepest wish.