Venus

is winking at me from the sky tonight.

Port Hope

Our love is the first day of snowing

Our love is a car in the ditch

Our love means I'll never be knowing

which way is which

Our love is a dusty old window

Our love is a tin roof with rain

Our love means we'll always

be heading to Port Hope again

Our love is a small disagreement

Our love is a huge surprise

Our love means I'll never get over

that look in your eyes

Our love is some super 8 footage

Young kids on their bikes in the grass

Our love is an awkward old feeling

that just won't pass

*

Happy Love Day!

To Love

..... my huckleberry friend,

moon river,

and me.

To Me & You

Love After Love

The time will come,

When with elation,

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

- Derek Wolcott

(I think the title should be Love And Love,

but it isn't my poem...)