Whispers soft, like morning dew, In every shade, love's ever true. Laughter shared, a precious sound, In love's garden, we are bound. Simple moments, pure and sweet, Love's journey, our souls do greet ...

I find love poems hard to write (and to read) because they can so easily teeter on the edge of sentimentality. I much prefer the conflagration of a good breakup poem. But this poem by Gabrielle ...