I have this undying love for you,

That burns in the pit of my tummy.

It’s like fire that has a flame

Shaped in a heart.

The red bloodshot paint

On my wall is the symbol

Of love in its rarest kind.

We sometimes forget that love

We once had,

But then we get days like valentines

To remind us of how much

We should appreciate the love

We have received,

Sometimes we grasp love

As a thing that we can hold

Like a possession, without

Thinking that love also need to

Spread his or her wings.

Love is pure, kind and gentle.

We should love without holding

Past pains and hurts.

What more can I say about love,

My devotions and my words

And my actions may say something else.

But I know what is in my heart,

I know who I am and whom I love.

My actions may say otherwise,

But if you truly knew me,

You would know,

I am just a girl asking you to accept

My love as it comes,

That gifts and money

Is not important,

Love, respect and honour will do.

PoetryPotluck #22 , Vday 14 Feb 2011 , Love, Bonds and Relationships