Baby Sleeps

He breathes,
My trusting angel,
Sleeping sweetly,
In my bed,

His face,
Like painted porcelain,
Neatly nestled,
His pillowed head,

His limbs,
Stretched in comfort,
Embracing blankets,
Warmed by threads,

He lay,
My darling baby,
Dreams diagonal,
And he has spread,

Sleepy mommy,
No room for you here,
Suffer the sofa,
Long night ahead.

Love is Not a Noun

Love is Not a Noun

Love is an action!
It is born of motion,
Expressed through sacrifice,
And selfless display,

Love is an emotion,
The beat of hearts rhythm,
Expressed in forgiveness,
And unmeasurable joy,

Love is a religion,
Immersed in practice and worship,
Expressed by the faithful,
And fulfillment of heart,

Love is NOT a noun,
Nouns lay about, listless,
Dependent on clauses,
To bring meaning and life,

Love is a collection,
A religion of active emotion,
Expressed by few who are privileged,
To have felt its likeness.