Love Poems

The Fortress

Your walls, stone thick

with pretty pikes as soldiers lines

gleaming fierce, wet with rain

'neath this spring sun.

They taunt and point

while pink petals cling

to your metal and stone

blown from pretty plum patches

through this pretty city.

No matter how hard

you try to be hard,

all I see is beauty - 

for I, water, 

I permeate stone,

every drop of me 

in you deep,

in your guarded 

castle keep.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. April, 2009

Open House

I love you.

You may step inside me and wander at will

through the halls of my heart.

Throw open the blinds,

the better to display all that I am. 

See if it is somewhere you would like to hang your hat for a while.

There are no ties to bind you,

no closed doors to lock you in.

I take no captives here.

It hurts too much to hold.

I only wish to look into your eyes

at day's release,

to behold some love, some joy, some peace.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 10, 2002.