Perhaps the most popular genre of poetry is love poetry. Often being the inspiration of many writers, love has driven poets to make copious attempts at capturing the true beauty of being in love. There are many who argue that there are far too many love poems already in existence. I disagree. Here is one more of those poems.

Infatuation

It was more than love.

It was joy.

Being with you, each moment spent,

It was a pleasure.

I treasure every second

I spend in your space,

Your face, a work of art

That made even the smartest critics go dumb in awe of your glory.

It was more than love.

It was comfort.

I was at home in your arms,

And in touch with your soul.

Your kindred demeanor and laughter filled attitude

Lift me up, and send me reeling.

I am beyond entranced; I'm enamored, I'm dizzy.

Your laughter, like a soft, comforting wind the holds me,

Teaches me how to sing.

Your voice, the voice of heaven;

God's last ambassador to earth.

You sing the song of angels when you speak.

I have to say this, all of this,

It is my confession of adoration;

My feeling of affliction, of affection,

My desire of amorous connection.

Please know, if you ask for my heart,

It's yours in an instant.

Being around you, it soothes my soul

And consoles my whole being.

28 I write all this, and I wish I told you.

Even as I write, I wish I could hold you

Close and tell you how

You drive me crazy, and keep me sane.

Anyway, that's all I've got,

But I pray, tomorrow, there'll be more.