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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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New Heart

Almost There

We are standing on the precipice

of something truly spectacular.

The compelling anticipation is

almost too much to bear.

And eyes have seen and lips have spoken

a future both bright and quite fragile

So I must wait with steadfast faith,

with deliberate care.

I picture your face as I draw breaths,

willing patience as you to come to the

inevitable conclusion of which

I am fully aware.

We are a union made to exceed

the vastness of all universes.

Take my hands, hold my heart, dear

Let me take you there.

Like New

Do not dwell on your despair, my heart

Let not the scars

of battles lost

impede you from beating.

Let not the nightmares

that haunt your sleep

stop you from dreaming.

Let not the cuts

of promises broken

obstruct you from hoping.

One day, my heart,

you will find the one

worthy of your collection of

scars and dreams and cuts.

And while this seems farthest from what’s true

One day, you will feel like new.

First and Last

Let your face be the first thing I see

In mornings, bright and sunny,

Let it remind me of easy days

And holidays.

Beneath thunderstorms and dreary skies

Let me stare into your eyes

And find in them a steady bay

Where I can stay.

Amidst the grueling work week rush

As I toil and grind and mush

I will trust that I find my way

To your arms each day.

And as the sun surrenders to the moon

And darkness begins to loom

Let your kisses sweep me far away

In your arms, I end this day.

That’s Love

You know that feeling—

When you witness the soft light of the sun’s first rays,

Or the glorious pearl luminescence of the full moon

And it’s baiting you to take

That perfect Instagrammable shot

But you don’t take it…

You’re not even tempted.

Because there’s someone beside you

Who takes your full attention

And he’s the only one you want to

Share that moment with…

That’s love.

Forgotten

You’ve forgotten

And they’ve forgotten

And the world has moved on

And for your eyes, I moved on with it.

I laughed as if my shattered heart

Was finally mended.

I nodded along to all your stories

So that you wouldn’t feel obliged to be concerned

Or to talk about me in hushed tones.

But the truth is (and this I will never admit)

That I loved with all my heart and lost

And that is something that I will never forget.

An Ode to The Little Prince’s Rose

I had but one rose

The only one I suppose

That I’d ever want to have.

When she first emerged

From her bud

A flood of beauty

Swept me off my feet.

What a thrill

But how to fill

Her vanity?

Fuss I did

I fussed all day

To make her stay.

I grew tired

Of her constant need

And yet I feed

On her radiance

On her fragrance

I should’ve run

Until I did.

But before I left

I saw her bereft

Of her thorns

And she said

With gentle sweetness

That my weakness

Was hers as well.

Many worlds

May unfold

But she was

And always will be

My only rose.

© 2018 Anj CP

*I’ve always been a fan of The Little Prince. I wanted to capture in this poem the complicated love story he had with his rose.

I’ve Fallen For You

It is too late for grand interventions;

I’m too far in to turn back now.

Don’t waste your breath

Dissuading me from my feelings;

Reminding me of every time I said

It would be my last time;

Pointing to your salt-crusted shoulder,

The one I’ve always cried on.

I can’t help it…I’ve fallen for you.

And you might think it’s a mistake.

But here’s the thing,

I already know it’s a mistake

I’m willing to make.

A Different Ending

If our love were a book, We’d be on the first few pages

Where everything smells of 

Freshly opened packaging

With each page crisp

And immaculately white. 
But, oh, how I know

How this will all end

Because I’ve opened many 

Books such as this

And no matter how careful I am 

The binding bends.
Pages get torn, smudged, 

Folded and marked.

Words that started out so

Beautifully begin making 

Less and less sense.

And I lose my interest,

Never finishing till the end. 
I promise myself that next time

I’ll pick a better book. 

That I’ll try harder to finish

Until the very last page. 

Maybe I’m just an eternal hopeful. 

Or maybe, I just like opening new things. 

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