With Love To You From Me

With Love To You From Me

Penning love in a letter
Where should one start
With innermost feelings
I am enclosing my heart

Gathering my thoughts
By the candlelight glow
I reached from my heart
Soon love began to flow

In giving of my devotion
Whenever I write to you
With every word I impart
My love flows on through

Expressing my sincerity
While longings flow free
I seal a letter with a kiss
With love to you from me

Love should be declared before it's too late. But even if late, still must it be said.

BRO INSPECTA keep on sharing nice poem

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I'm a poor underdog,
But to-night I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.