If the planets stopped spinning,
And the sun and the moon exploded in the sky,
And with another big bang the universe died,
I’d still be loving you.
Bob Boyd
I have written about a dozen love poems, but to no one in particular or imagined. I guess I’ve written them partly because I felt it was kind of obligatory to write some, if one wrote poetry. Or, lol, maybe I’m a repressed romantic.
Here are some examples:
Remembering You
Butterflies flutter in blooming sunflowers.
Squirrels tightrope on telephone wires.
Crows darken clear cloudless skies.
Blue Jays sound alarms in sycamore trees.
Rabbits seek refuge in nearby bushes.
Cars rumble along neighborhood roads.
My mind drifts to sweet, summer days
When our love was so incredibly alive.
Bob Boyd
Loveliest of All You
I love how our love is growing as effortlessly as a flag fluttering in a gentle breeze.
I’m enraptured with each increasingly wonderful moment we’re sharing.
As the world keeps turning, my heart keeps turning toward yours,
and the spinning stars keep twinkling with joy for us in moonlit, romantic skies.
As the sun keeps becoming brighter blessing our sacred union,
the moon keeps growing fuller magnifying my increasing love for you.
I know this is something more than just mundane, romantic love.
This is like a cosmic happening with our stars finally aligning,
our destined souls finally uniting after so many incomplete loves
when our preordained love seemed as distant as a lone star in a faraway galaxy.
And I felt so forlorn throughout my life never finding the truest of true loves
that I finally found in wonderful, beautiful, loveliest of all you.
Bob Boyd
Before the Big Bang
I loved you before the Big Bang
When the universe was born
Before the planets spun in
Vast galaxies
Before the stars rose in
Night skies
And I know we are
Destined to be
Reunited soulmates
In this life
Or the next
This existence
Or the heavens
Bob Boyd
This Is True Love
Home from the Vietnam War, two tours,
Wheelchair confined, broken body, traumatized mind.
High School sweetheart wife waited through the
Years, the tears, the fears. Cared For him,
Stayed with him, loved him through PTSD,
Times of depression and despair, hospital stays,
Many health problems, her love, her caring unwavering
Through it all till at age sixty-eight when he died,
Wife at his bedside. Could love be truer than that?
Bob Boyd