Here is one of my all time favorite love poems that was in “Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas” by James Patterson:

You are the explosion of carnations
In a dark room.

Or the unexpected scent of pine
Miles from Maine.

Your are a full moon
That gives midnight its meaning.
And the explanation of water
For all living things.

Your are a compass,
a sapphire,
a bookmark.
A rare coin,
a smooth stone,
a blue marble.

Your are an old lore,
a small shell,
a saved silver dollar.
You are a fine quartz,
a feathered quill,
and a fob from a favorite watch.

Your are a valentine
tattered and loved and reread a hundred
times.

Your are a medal found in the drawer
Of a once sung hero.
You are honey
and cinnamon
and West Indies spices,
lost from the boat
that was one Marco Polo’s.

Your are a pressed rose,
a pearl ring,
and a red perfume bottle found near the
Nile.

You are an old soul from an ancient place,
a thousand years, and centuries and
millenniums ago.
And you have traveled all this
way
just so I could love you.
I do.