by Thomas Davis
I love the woman whom I love,
And in the morning’s world of blue
I wake to bellow hearty songs
That say so simply, “I love you.”
Love is the light of human black.
The tone that brings man up to gray,
And though the world is lost and doomed,
I say it makes today a day.
So, blacken out the joyous sun
And ink away the solemn moon.
I love woman whom I love.
She’ll lighten up a tar-black room.
fourwindowspress 
Aw this is such a loving poem, I really love the blackening and inking out to realise the .ignt of love 🙂
Christine
That should say light, sorry 🙂
Oh Thomas what a splendid poem. The love is palpable. It touches that place deep within where love lives.
Take care
Tricia
I do love your love poems, Thomas!
Love shines in the blackest of conditions – so wonderfully affirming, on a personal level and metaphorically!
One only truly loves after finding oneself. This poem shows that road has been well travelled.
Thomas, this is wonderful, I love it! 🙂