With each kiss,
he drew her nearer.
With each gaze,
he saw her clearer.
With every movement,
he brushed her skin.
If love was art,
he would draw her in pen.
With every flick of his wrists,
he moved her hair.
With every breath,
he felt hers, so tender and fair.
With each beat of his heart,
he loved her more.
And her love,
he would always adore.
Poet of the River
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-love-feels-romantic/
