Tag: Love poems

To the one who loves her next,
I hope you treat her kindly,
She’s softer than a psalm,
Loves very deeply and blindly,
So please don’t take advantage of her vulnerability,
I’d like to think I taped her back together,
But it’s impossible to untear a paper.

To the one who loves her next,
She prefers to stay at home,
She stays indoors all day listening to her love songs,
Not that she has a problem, it’s all in jest and fun,
Only become concerned when she switches to sad songs.

To the one who loves her next,
She has mastered the art of silence,
If there’s noise she becomes uncomfortable.
She’s articulately thoughtful,
Listen to her when she speaks even if she makes no sense.

To the one who loves her next,
On some days she might suddenly turn cold,
She’ll disappear for a while but I still can’t say where she goes,
But she will definitely return,
With no explanation as why,
But somethings are better left unknown,
She’s difficult to figure out,
Don’t try to, cause you’ll not be successful.

To the one who loves her next,
While asleep she will kiss your hands, your neck and then your lips.
To the one who loves her next,
She misses her dad,
It hurts too bad to talk about,
So she’ll just change the subject,
She bears no weight of faith,
But if you listen at night sometimes,
I think she prays.

To the one who loves her next,
You will become her home,
Sometimes you will be a palace,
And some other times a haunted shack with ghostly moans,
And if you get separated whatever be the cause,
You’ll be reminded by your grief of guilt of all of which you lost,
And you’ll masquerade as someone who is not a wreck,
As you shake to give advice to the one who loves her next,
So to the one who loves her next,
This is all I ask:
Know that you love her now,
But i loved her first,
And i will love her last.