Poem No.3: Mother 's Eyes

Your eyes wander,

whenever I begin to speak,

glancing above and below,

My eyebrows, 

My nose,

My thighs,

And every time,

I continue my story,

Hoping that things will be different,

Hoping you will have listened,

And it hurts,

It really, really hurts,

That I allow myself to take in so much hope,

That I care more about you than the times you've brought me down,

I guess it's sad that I never learn,

I don't know who I'm more disappointed in,

Because after all the chances I've given,

Not once have you ever proven me wrong,

But I will probably still try again tomorrow. 

Poem No.2

Maybe love can be explained in words, 

or maybe it can be explained by the brief moment you take to gaze at my lips, right before you kiss me. 

Poem No.1: The Concept of Love

I used to have trouble,

With the concept of love,

People said it was something,

To never be void of,

Only until I met you,

Was I able to see,

What people were talking about,

And how subtle it can be. 

I feel it every time, 

You lean to squeeze my knee,

Knowing I'm troubled,

By something I didn't know you could see,

I see it sometimes,

From the corner of my eye,

When I catch you gazing at me,

For reasons I still don't know why. 

I taste it on your lips,

When you kiss me tender,

But mostly when you kiss the flaws,

You have somehow helped me surrender. 

It's even in the sound,

Of the words you like to say,

Just to make me feel good,

A game you're not forced to play. 

It is all because of you,

I know the people are right,

To be void of love,

is to be void of light. 

And without light,

I would have never perceived,

What you offer to the word, 

How you make me believe.