Least Read Poems About Looking For Love

Attached to the core
of what makes you, you.
True that I am lost
in the madness of your mind.
Aligned spirits are meshing as one,
sharing a connection.
Imperfections are corrected
and erased from memory.
Every kiss that lands
brings me closer to ecstasy.
Destiny embodies us;
it is written in the stars.
Memoir these moments,
for they are our history.

Biting the lip of intrigue,
conviction in his writing
such concepts; dancing
words pervade my façade;
worn through time and lost love

to know of perfection
whispered here, and upon me
tickles spirit and senses, as
a breeze in summer’s evening,
on the rise of one sun.