Although my poems are not planned out in advance, here is a relatively small poem women and men together can relate to when falling in love:
“The amount of time we spend alone, says how much we care for one another.
Through the tunnels we travel through together, nothing is impossible without holding onto each other.
Oh how we are meant for one another, we are birds of a feather that flock together.”
This is my very first poem in regards to heart-breaks we all endure in relationships. No matter what you go through, understand that God will always love and protect your heart and soul:
“If love dies early, it’s time to tell me to my face so we can both depart in separate ways.
If love grows strong, we both can be wrong about negative thoughts, in many ways.
If only we sat face to face and explain our issues, there shouldn’t be a reason to complain and grab one too many tissues.
It’s time to talk about it rather than walk away with awkward silence.
If love grows, our commitment enlarged.
If love dies, our commitment failed on many levels.
If love grows at first sight but dies at this moment, nothing will ever be the same for us again.”
The “Providence Area” poem I wrote a few days ago refers to the shopping center in Mt. Juliet, TN only. Not Providence, Rhode Island.