In the hills of Norway, where the flowers grow.
Some Mary Oliver love poems are here to turn the dark away.
In every simple sentence in her verses,
Stories of warmth, sweet and daring.
She told me of the moon, its silver success.
Table to take form and remain for all of eternity,
a testament to one’s devotion to another’s warmth.
In arts of stillness of nature, however people embrace.
Mary Oliver love poems are gently luminous.
“Well,” she would inquire, “what will you do,”
Where is the man with the once wild heart, so pure and true?”
Thus a mirror her words as a witness to our very soul.
Yes, we love Mary Oliver love poems as they are
make-up of the noble emotion of love.
In through the sound of falling leaves and murmuring trees,
She seemed to sum up how it feels to be in love without any effort.
A tap on our soul, because artistic presentation.
It seems that all heart can be touched by Mary Oliver love poem.
The ocean waves, which let the music of the voice never end.
Answer her love with the love she has for you all her life.
For in her lines endlessly love does wow,
The place of the spirit but the ideas that develop the soul.
These range from morning birds but the evening breeze.
Her poems are the rhymed capture of life.
In both stanzas romans, they whisper ‘soft but sinewy’;
There’s where we belong poems of Mary Oliver.
For that reason, let us keep her poetic welcome as our treasure.
High wisdom and divinely infinite love she was, because divine grace.
For in her words, love finds its home for in her words:
love, music, trumpets and accents find their home.
In Mary Oliver love poems, we are never lonely.