Love Poetry

Several of my blogging friends write beautiful poetry. I give it a go now and then, but I really don’t know what I’m doing. It seems there’s more to composing a poem than merely slapping some words down on paper and trying to get the last word in every other line to rhyme. Go figure. Although,

Roses are red

Violets are Blue

Sugar is sweet

And so are you

Always makes me smile.

I want to share a favorite love poem by Pablo Neruda.

I cannot explain why I love this so much. Is it the melancholy? The imagery?

Is there a poem about love that makes you sigh? One that makes you want to stare longingly out the window while watching sunset’s fiesta? Tell me about it.

Peace and love, people.