Love

My love asked me so sweet, Am I lovelier than a moonlit treat? I vowed to her with all my might, When I gaze at you, the moon takes flight. The flower questioned the garden's grace, Do I bring colors to your sacred space? The garden pledged to those blooms so rare, Your presence, dear flower, makes heaven seem bare. I inquired of my beloved, my heart's desire, Shall I keep you captive in my eyes, stoking love's fire? Tenderly, my lover replied with a smile, In your gaze, the entire universe, I'll defile. The poet pondered upon his creation, Why do poems speak of pain and desperation? The verses paused, took a deep breath, The poet's tears, now dry, etched upon his breast. A POTD poem