Love's Poet

In the realms of love, where hearts intertwine,

I bore the pen, as you held the rhyme.

With every stanza, a tale of us,

In love's embrace, without a fuss.

Love's poet, I became, with ink and tears,

Capturing our joys, our hopes, our fears.

Even in pain, I sought to understand,

For love's sake, I held your hand.

Though your words cut deep, like sharpened knives,

I penned forgiveness in our poetic lives.

Each line a testament to our bond,

Despite the wounds, our love still fond.

Love's poet, I became, with ink and tears,

Capturing our joys, our hopes, our fears.

Even in pain, I sought to understand,

For love's sake, I held your hand.

In every verse, I etched our tale,

Inscribed with love, it will never pale.

For in your eyes, I found my muse,

In every poem, our love transfuse.

Love's poet, I became, with ink and tears,

Capturing our joys, our hopes, our fears.

Even in pain, I sought to understand,

For love's sake, I held your hand.

In the poetry of love, we found our art,

Entwined forever, never to depart.

For even in hurt, our love did grow,

In every word, our story flows.