Love Poems
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This document contains 10 love poems by Jason Sturner. The poems explore themes of love, intimacy, nature, and relationships. They range from romantic expressions of love and affection to more contemplative poems reflecting on the meaning and experience of love. Sturner also includes brief biographical information about himself as a poet living in Illinois.
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Love Poems
- 1. 10 Love Poems "Jar" – Triptych (Part 2 of 3) by Bethany Thompson ©2008 Jason Sturner
- 2. 10 Love Poems All poems copyright © 2008 by Jason Sturner
- 3. About Love We do not need thoroughfares when love seeks the heart Such is the way of love— always destined, never sought We do not need gold coins when love comes without cost Such is the value of love— always priceless, never bought We do not need a wise man when love speaks through art Such is the beauty of love— always instilled, never taught And we do not need a ruse when love surrenders to us all Such is the enigma of love— always mysterious, never caught
- 4. Fresh Morning Talk to me in the comfort of fresh morning when a bird's song I may enjoy as the cold of night surrenders to the warmth of dawn and there comes no sound from the telephone or door. Hold me close as the sun plays with shadows when the curtains of our room blow wide as our hearts beat ever so quietly to the pulse of day and seagulls scavenge across the falling tide. Know me when the day is newly born, my love when the spirit within this aging body is content as I steal gentle kisses from your soft lips and inhale the subtle fragrance of this moment. I Love You I see more than you know about all you are, and through my observations and from my analysis I've concluded that I love you. Not a theory quite simply a fact— I love you, and that's that.
- 5. Holding Hands (a simple pleasure) I sit at my desk this morning, turn my head from the computer and stare at my hands. The aroma of hazelnut coffee swirls around me. And I think— My god, these hands have really accomplished. They’ve done a million interesting and uninteresting things; they’ve been to so many places. Suddenly, I’m walking along the lake, watching seagulls coast over the waves. And then, with the softest of touches, my hand is taken and I return to her. The aroma of spring love swirls around us. I look over into her beautiful, adoring eyes, and it occurs to me that simple pleasures are nothing short of miracles.
- 6. A Holiday for the Heart There's a batch of romance now simmering in the heart— add red wine and it's very sweet, the degree of love determines its heat. There's a pink perfume sunrise waiting patiently for its turn— its rays are bright, though bittersweet born, a thread for mending hearts torn. There's a book of poetry blown open by the wind— a million words the poets have said, always a favorite: Roses are red… There's a day reserved for love bearing cards and cliché— the candied tradition our hearts know as Valentine's Day.
- 7. When I am Loved by You A silky aura surrounds me when I . . . Lavender dreams visit me sleeping when I . . . Golden extravagance fills my every moment when I am loved by you. My nerves come to ease My tensions are of no attention My heart beats with subtle integrity when I am loved by you.
- 8. Morning Rain This morning there was much rain, forcing the birds into trees, the butterflies beneath leaves. I stand at the open window, listening for the cool silence between raindrops. I begin to wonder about time machines, about being fully absorbed into the future: The full view of a sunset from our porch chairs, a cat resting at our feet. Faces aged, a hand holding a hand. And the wind comes down from flowered hills, filling the home with fragrances. Everything is golden orange like a softly glowing jewel. I blink and turn from the window. Another routine day begins. The echoes of my heartbeat will mingle with the rain.
- 9. These Things I have longed to be the quiet, fading light that helps you sleep; and sunrise through the open door. I've stayed awake for hours, wondering how I could channel the most beautiful things through your eyes, and into your heart. I have wished to be the warm, child-long summer that stirs your playful curiosity; and dreams across the long winter. For a time I doubted I could be any of these things, or the myriad others that fill my head each day. But the stronger my life bonds with yours, the less I doubt my abilities, the more revealed is my part. With love, all possibility follows; it follows me, it follows you. And all these things wished for are already true.
- 10. Love and Words There awoke in me, on a night enlightened by magnificent starlight, fancies for poetic pursuit in the name of love. And of this, an autumn-haired, spring-eyed beauty of sweet unawareness. I became a romantic, for all intents and purposes, and bowed as a knight to his maiden in waiting. I was taken. I was subdued and held prisoner— I was willing. In her heart were the moist soils of Eden, full of music not heard since the day love was cast upon the world. I took her hand and splashed the grass with my melting, saw angels under the gospel of her voice. I was no longer just a man, but a vessel for poetry. And I finally knew what it was to be alive: To inhale love, to exhale words, to truly breathe— like a sonnet venturing from the page.
- 11. Could You Stay the Night, Forever? Wrapped in the fireplace of your arms. Warmed by the trust in your smile. The night and our love Are acquainted. You cuddle close and feel my heart. I brush your hair away from your face. The window and the rain Are old friends. Soft candle- light washes over our skin, soft music over our repose. The ambiance and timing Couldn't be better. I look down at you, you're falling asleep. I kiss your forehead and whisper, Sleep well. With eyes closed, you sigh and reply, Then don't go.
- 12. Jason Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois, and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago. He is a member of the Illinois State Poetry Society and has published three books of poetry: Kairos, 10 Love Poems, and Selected Poems 2004-2007. In addition to poetry he writes short stories of psychological horror and the supernatural. He resides in Geneva, Illinois and works as a botanist at the Morton Arboretum in Lisle. Website: www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com Also available: Selected Poems 2004-2007 is a collection of poems written after the publication of Kairos. It's available at Anderson's Bookshop in Naperville, Town House Books in St. Charles, and the public libraries of Batavia and St. Charles (call # 811.6 STU). To receive a free copy, email the author at flowerpetalsonthecreek@ yahoo.com. Selected Poems 2004-2007 is also available as a free download at Google Books. Kairos is Sturner's first book of poetry. It's available at Town House Books in St. Charles, Amazon.com, and the public libraries of Batavia, Geneva, North Aurora and St. Charles (call # 811.6 SCH or 811.6 STU). Kairos is also available as a free download at Google Books. Website: www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com
- 13. "Jar" – Triptych (Part 1 of 3) by Bethany Thompson ©2008