8 american love poems

Eight american poems to:

 J. A. D. 

Rose without thorns

You rose,
Tell me how many thorns have you?
The girl doesn’t answer

I am a rose without thorns
the rose of love
I shine in dew
early morning
and breathe the scent of flowers
I feed with sunshine and violets
and the night I'm awake
to watch over the souls of children.
I’m living in colors and light,
in the hearts of lovers.
You can find my petals sometimes
preserved in a book
or enclosed in small boxes of memories.

So you had to answer my muse.

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The black of your hair,
the pallor of your face,
The sky-blue of the  make-up
on your eyes,
waving on the little nose,
down to the red lips,
along the neck,
Modigliani style ....

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I love you today

more than yesterday

and yesterday I loved you

more respect the day before.

Wow, how big is growing this love ?

There's a space in the earth

in the universe

to contain it ? I think No

Only it's enaugh a space

in your heart to contain it.

This poem is dedicated to the flower of the night

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I love you, love you, love you

one undred thousand times

in the morning when I woke up

and in the evening before sleep

my first and my last thoughts

are for you , you blessed by love

white shining pearl of California

so far from me.

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I see you so beautiful lately,

can I hope it is a bit of me

and of my love? I will not argue
that as you are your father and

mother have made but that aura

of beauty that surrounds you now,
more than any other period,

is also a bit 'of me? If so I'd be

the happiest person in the world,

because it would mean  that you love me too.

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My love got

eyes to the coffee - mint

nose of cheese

lips of sweet watermelon

and eyelashes? Ah those

two commas of liquorice.

How could I pick-up the winter’s rose

Before she’s blossomed

In her scented beauty ?

No I can’t. I  must wait

for my love, in the tepid

season of the lovely spring.

And when she will be

Completely made, I will

Breathe her perfume.

Hand in hand with her

in the hot summer I will

dance the dance of  Love .

Flowers and Threes

Fire-flies and squirrels

with us will dance,

Waiting for a new life

That will born in the

harmony of the creation.

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