48+ Romantic Love Poems For Him From The Heart

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Sweet Love Poems for Him

“How do I love thee? (Sonnet 43)” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

“I Loved You” by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain…
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness – though in vain –
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.

“A Brief Love Poem” by Nizar Qabbani

My darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin?
All that is in you is princely
O you who makes of my words through their meaning
Cocoons of silk
These are my songs and this is me
This short book contains us
Tomorrow when I return its pages
A lamp will lament
A bed will sing
Its letters from longing will turn green
Its commas be on the verge of flight
Do not say: why did this youth
Speak of me to the winding road and the stream
The almond tree and the tulip
So that the world escorts me wherever I go?
Why did he sing these songs?
Now there is no star
That is not perfumed with my fragrance
Tomorrow people will see me in his verse
A mouth the taste of wine, close-cropped hair
Ignore what people say
You will be great only through my great love
What would the world have been if we had not been
If your eyes had not been, what would the world have been?

“Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all” by William Shakespeare

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call—
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.

“Sonnet” by Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson

I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists’ shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream
Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam.

“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

“Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

“I Love You” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

“Meeting at Night” by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

“Forget Me Not” by Ann Plato

When in the morning’s misty hour,
When the sun beams gently o’er each flower;
When thou dost cease to smile benign,
And think each heart responds with thine,
When seeking rest among divine,
Forget me not.

When the last rays of twilight fall,
And thou art pacing yonder hall;
When mists are gathering on the hill,
Nor sound is heard save mountain rill,
When all around bids peace be still,
Forget me not.

When the first star with brilliance bright,
Gleams lonely o’er the arch of night;
When the bright moon dispels the gloom,
And various are the stars that bloom,
And brighten as the sun at noon,
Forget me not.

When solemn sighs the hollow wind,
And deepen’d thought enraps the mind;
If e’er thou doest in mournful tone,
E’er sigh because thou feel alone,
Or wrapt in melancholy prone,
Forget me not.

When bird does wait thy absence long,
Nor tend unto its morning song;
While thou art searching stoic page,
Or listening to an ancient sage,
Whose spirit curbs a mournful rage,
Forget me not.

Then when in silence thou doest walk,
Nor being round with whom to talk;
When thou art on the mighty deep,
And do in quiet action sleep;
If we no more on earth do meet,
Forget me not.

When brightness round thee long shall bloom,
And knelt remembering those in gloom;
And when in deep oblivion’s shade,
This breathless, mouldering form is laid,
And thy terrestrial body staid,
Forget me not.

“Should sorrow cloud thy coming years,
And bathe thy happiness in tears,
Remember, though we’re doom’d to part,
There lives one fond and faithful heart,
That will forget thee not.”

I Don’t Really Know

I never really knew you
You were just another friend
But when I got to know you,
I let my heart unbend.
I couldn’t help past memories
that would only make me cry
I had to forget my first love
and give love another try
So I’ve fallen in love with you
and I’ll never let you go
I love you more than anyone
I just had to let you know
And if you ever wonder why
I don’t know what I’ll say
But I’ll never stop loving you
each and every day
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I love you.

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“Green” by Paul Verlaine

Here are the fruits, the flowers, the leaves, the wands,
Here my heart that beats only for your sighs.
Shatter them not with your snow-white hands,
Let my poor gifts be pleasing to your eyes.

I come to you, still covered with dew, you see,
Dew that the dawn wind froze here on my face.
Let my weariness lie down at your feet,
And dream of the dear moments that shed grace.

Let my head loll here on your young breast
Still ringing with your last kisses blessed,
Allow this departure of the great tempest,
And let me sleep now, a little, while you rest.

“The Song of the Highest Tower” by Arthur Rimbaud

Let it come, let it come
The day when hearts love as one.

I’ve been patient so long
I’ve forgotten even
The terror and suffering
Flown up to heaven,
A sick thirst again
Darkens my veins.

Let it come, let it come
The day when hearts love as one.

So the meadow
Freed by neglect,
Flowered, overgrown
With weeds and incense,
To the buzz nearby
Of foul flies.

Let it come, let it come
The day when hearts love as one.

“Love and Friendship” by Emily Brontë

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day.

You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day.
You are the gravity that holds me down in every way.
You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night.
You are the stars that glimmer oh so bright.
You are the oxygen that keeps me alive.
You are my heart that beats inside.
You are the blood that flows through me.
You are the only guy I can see.
You have the voice of when a mockingbird sings.
You are my everything.
You are my one and only.
You stop me from being so lonely.
We plan our future as if we have a clue.
I never want to lose you.
I want you to be my husband, and I want to be your wife.
I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

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“I Am Not Yours” by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind

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“If Thou Shouldst Return” by Clara Ann Thompson

If thou shouldst return with the sweet words of love,
So earnestly spoken that day,
Methinks that thy words, this sad heart would move,
For my pride has melted away;
And I’ve learned how true was the heart that I spurned,
And I’ve longed for the face that never returned.

If thou shouldst return to claim me thy bride,
How gladly thy fate would I share;
How gladly I’d spend my whole life at thy side,
How honored I’d feel to be there;
Oh, I’ve learned to revere the heart that I spurned!
And I long for the face that never returned.

If thou shouldst return, ah, vain is the dream!
I’ll cherish the fancy no more;
Though dark and forsaken my pathway may seem,
I’ll press bravely on as before;
And trust in the One who forgives our mistakes,
And heals the deep wounds that our waywardness makes.

To live with you is what I want all my life.

To live with you is what I want all my life.
I pray for the day when we would be husband and wife,
Making love to you all night long kissing,
Letting our love to flow within.
The sweet taste of your tender lips
I would never want to miss.
I feel so safe when you hug me tight,
Everything seems to be perfectly alright.
I feel lucky in life that I have you
Never thought we would go so far when our love was so new.

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“One Perfect Rose” by Dorothy Parker

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

Life feels worth living with you around,

Life feels worth living with you around,
You make me laugh even without a sound.
You make me smile when my eyes are filled with tears,
You love me like no other and help me overcome all my fears.
Every day I spend with you, teaches me something new,
How you manage to be so perfect, I really have no clue.
Thank you my darling for entering my life,
I just can’t wait to be called your beloved wife.

“Wild Nights—Wild Nights! (249)” by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!

“[Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!]” by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

‘Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

“I long for him most” by Ono No Komachi

I long for him most
during these long moonless nights.
I lie awake, hot,
the growing fires of passion
bursting in my heart.

You’ll always be in my heart.

You’ll always be in my heart.
Can’t bear the pain when we are apart.
Nobody is as special as you are to me.
I hope you are beginning to see.
I can’t describe how much I care.
But when you need me, I’ll be there.
To wipe those tears when you are sad,
To make you happy when you are mad.
All these things I can really do.
Just remember I’m thinking of you!

“Marriage” by William Carlos Williams

So different, this man
And this woman:
A stream flowing
In a field.

“Songs to Joannes, XIII” by Mina Loy

Come to me There is something
I have got to tell you and I can’t tell
Something taking shape
Something that has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion

It is ambient And it is in your eyes
Something shiny Something only for you
Something that I must not see

It is in my ears Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
Something only for me

Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might make an end of the jostling of aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos

Where two or three are welded together
They shall become god

— — — — — — —

Oh that’s right
Keep away from me Please give me a push
Don’t let me understand you Don’t realise me
Or we might tumble together
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you — you — me

I am so grateful,

I am so grateful,
That you are my man,
I worship and love you,
I’m your greatest fan.

    “Electricity” by Lola Ridge

    Out of fiery contacts …
    Rushing auras of steel
    Touching and whirled apart …
    Out of the charged phallases
    Of iron leaping
    Female and male,
    Complete, indivisible, one,
    Fused into light.

    “[Lo, Love once more, the limb-dissolving King]” by Sappho

    Lo, Love once more, the limb-dissolving King,
    The bitter-sweet impracticable thing,
    Wild-beast-like rends me with fierce quivering.

    “Mariposa” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

    Butterflies are white and blue
    In this field we wander through.
    Suffer me to take your hand.
    Death comes in a day or two.

    All the things we ever knew
    Will be ashes in that hour,
    Mark the transient butterfly,
    How he hangs upon the flower.

    Suffer me to take your hand.
    Suffer me to cherish you
    Till the dawn is in the sky.
    Whether I be false or true,
    Death comes in a day or two.

    A few words to express, the love that I feel.

    A few words to express, the love that I feel.
    Loving you always is beautifully real.
    I love you each morning, from my dreams when I wake.
    Sweet morning kisses, I get excited to make.
    I love you at lunchtime when my hungry soul craves.
    Each moment with you, my mind passionately saves.
    I love you each evening when my body shall tire.
    Just thinking of you, my heart feels the fire.
    I love you at night when the world is asleep.
    This love that I feel, is eternally deep.
    Loving you always, from morning till night.
    Brings joy to my life, and lots of delight.

    “Anticipation” by Amy Lowell

    I have been temperate always,
    But I am like to be very drunk
    With your coming.
    There have been times
    I feared to walk down the street,
    Lest I should reel with the wine of you,
    And jerk against my neighbors
    As they go by.
    I am parched now, and my tongue is horrible in my mouth,
    But my brain is noisy
    With the clash and gurgle of filling wine-cups.

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    “Meeting on the Path” by Murasaki Shikibu

    Meeting on the path:
    But I cannot clearly know
    If it was he,
    Because the midnight moon
    In a cloud had disappeared.

    “Love peruse me, seeke, and finde” by Lady Mary Wroth

    Love peruse me, seeke, and finde
    How each corner of my minde
    Is a twine
    Woven to shine.
    Not a Webb ill made, foule fram’d,
    Bastard not by Father nam’d,
    Such in me
    Cannot bee.
    Deare behold me, you shall see
    Faith the Hive, and love the Bee,
    Which doe bring.
    Gaine and sting.
    Pray desect me, sinewes, vaines,
    Hold, and loves life in those gaines;
    Lying bare
    To despaire,
    When you thus anotamise
    All my body, my heart prise;
    Being true
    Just to you.
    Close the Truncke, embalme the Chest,
    Where your power still shall rest,
    Joy entombe,
    Loves just doome.

    “[I loved you first]” by Christina Rossetti

    I loved you first: but afterwards your love
    Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
    As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
    Which owes the other most? my love was long,
    And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
    I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
    And loved me for what might or might not be –
    Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
    For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
    With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
    For one is both and both are one in love:
    Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
    Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
    Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

    “I Want to Die While You Love Me” by Georgia Douglas Johnson

    I want to die while you love me,
    While yet you hold me fair,
    While laughter lies upon my lips
    And lights are in my hair.

    I want to die while you love me,
    And bear to that still bed,
    Your kisses turbulent, unspent
    To warm me when I’m dead.

    I want to die while you love me
    Oh, who would care to live
    Till love has nothing more to ask
    And nothing more to give?

    I want to die while you love me
    And never, never see
    The glory of this perfect day
    Grow dim or cease to be!

    Your face is honey,

    Your eyes are so warm and sunny.
    Your hands are like a ball of wool;
    Your heart with cheer is full.
    Your shoulders are my place to rest,
    Your handsome torso’s the very best.
    The only thing I cannot describe is your face:
    It puts me in a calming daze.
    Why so many compliments in a row?
    Because I love you, and I want you to know.

    “All Paths Lead to You” by Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

    All paths lead to you
    Where e’er I stray,
    you are the evening star
    At the end of the day.

    All paths lead to you
    Hill-top or low,
    you are the white birch
    In the sun’s glow.

    All paths lead to you
    Where e’er I roam
    You are the lark-song
    Calling me home!

    “Marriage” by Mary Weston Fordham

    The die is cast, come weal, come woe,
    Two lives are joined together,
    For better or for worse, the link
    Which naught but death can sever.
    The die is cast, come grief, come joy,
    Come richer, or come poorer,
    If love but binds the mystic tie,
    Blest is the bridal hour.

    “A Decade” by Amy Lowell

    When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
    And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
    Now you are like morning bread,
    Smooth and pleasant.
    I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
    But I am completely nourished.

    You’ve made me so happy,

    You’ve made me so happy,
    I’m giddy with delight,
    Stay with me forever,
    And I’ll hold you so tight.

    “The Parting Kiss” by Josephine Delphine Henderson Heard

    We were waiting at the station,
    Soon the cars would surely start,
    Hearts beat high with love’s emotion,
    For we knew we soon must part.
    On dark lashes seemed to glisten
    Tiny crystal tear drops shine;
    To the fond voice glad I listed,
    While dear eyes look into mine.

    And the last words quickly spoken,
    Darling still to me be true,
    Let your promise be unbroken,
    For I will be true to you.

    Once I felt the soft hand tremble,
    And my heart throbbed with its bliss;
    Lips that rose-buds did resemble,
    Met in one last loving kiss.

    Sweet good-bye, do not forget me,
    Spoken in the softest tone,
    In your mem’ry, precious keep me,
    For my love is all your own.
    I will ever be brave-hearted—
    Nothing shall your love efface;
    One last kiss and then we parted,
    One last loving, long embrace.

    “A Love-Letter” by Mary Eliza Perine Tucker

    You wished for a love-letter, Doctor—but then,
    I know you to be most conceited of men;
    You’ll think I’m in earnest, I vow now I ain’t,
    For I would not deign to love even a saint.

    You must never believe what the fair ladies say:
    Take their nay for a yes, and their yes for a nay.
    Like doctors, the darlings are very deceiving,
    And most that they say is not half worth believing.

    But now for my letter. How shall I begin?
    If I say, my dear Doctor, that will be a sin!
    And a love-letter without dear, darling, or dove,
    Would be as insipid as one without love.

    Love, glorious love, with its grand mystic art,
    Sways each mortal mind, and scathes each human heart;
    Without care or regret it inflicts pain or joy,
    Tossing high the frail heart that becomes its day’s toy.

    It drinks up the life-sap, becomes life itself,
    Regardless of true love, of beauty of pelf—
    An object most “homely” in love’s eye I ween—
    Will seem like an angel, as bright as a queen.

    It glosses its object, like man’s serpent tongue—
    Makes even the aged appear as if young;
    Waving locks to love’s eye, e’en if sprinkled with gray,
    Does not lessen, but strengthens its powerful sway.

    Love, bright, joyous love, heals each sad, breaking heart,
    But breaks it again when it strives to depart:
    For the void, when once pulled by love, never again
    A vision can fill it, save only great pain.

    The blessing of blessings, the greatest of woes,
    Will leave its bright signet wherever it goes:
    Then seek love and find it, whenever you can—
    My counsel is needless, for you are a—man.

    Now, Doctor, I’m sure that this letter you’ll find
    Is suited exactly to your turn of mind;
    I’ve sent what I promised—a true loving letter,—
    And if it don’t suit you, why, just write a better!

    Your eyes are like a sea,

    Your eyes are like a sea,
    The door of my heart’s key…
    I don’t know why I love you so much…
    That can’t hear anything wrong about you
    Though not being physically in touch.
    Staying with you forever is my dream of every day and night,
    Spending countless romantic evenings with you
    Is the best dream coming true in my sight…
    The whole world around seems to be stopped…
    The first time my love when I kissed you,
    My heart was on the seventh sky’s top…
    The warmth of your hug is the best feeling I ever get…
    And of course our first hug, my love, how can I forget…

    “Soul Incense” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray

    As round the rose’s heart the golden threads
    Of summer sunshine gently wind themselves,
    And deeper, richer grows the native tinge,
    More beauteous in its kindling loveliness,
    So round the human heart unconsciously
    The tendrils gold of love entwine themselves,
    And make it sweeter, richer, holier far
    Than ’twas before;
    and as on deep’ning blooms
    The gaze of man delights to rest awhile,
    So on the heart lit by love’s radiant glow,
    The angels look with glance serene and pure.

    “For myself alone, I would not be” by Louisa May Alcott

    For myself alone,
    I would not be ambitious in my wish,
    To wish myself much better; yet for you,
    I would be trebled twenty times myself;
    A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich;
    That, only to stand high in your account,

    I love the way you love me.

    I love the way I love you.
    I Love how adorable you are.
    I love your touch.
    I love how you enjoy the little things
    I do for you and think they are big.
    I love the sparkle in your eyes.
    I love cuddling with you.
    I love how our bodies connect like a puzzle
    When I lie on your chest….or next to you…

    “[Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand] Sonnet VI” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
    Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
    Alone upon the threshold of my door
    Of individual life, I shall command
    The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
    Serenely in the sunshine as before,
    Without the sense of that which I forbore—
    Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
    Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
    With pulses that beat double. What I do
    And what I dream include thee, as the wine
    Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
    God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
    And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

    “for my someone out there somewhere” by Whitney Hanson

    sometimes when i look at the moon
    i like to imagine
    you are looking too
    our gaze is a bridge
    from us to the sky
    and there’s an invisible line
    that connects you and i
    and even if i’m miles from you
    after sunset
    can we meet on the moon?