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title: Lovestruck
date: 2025-01-01
draft: false
slug: lovestruck
lang: en
tags:
  - Poetry
  - Poem
  - Poems
  - Lyric poetry
  - Poesía
  - Poema
author:
  name: "Denny K. Schuldt"
---

# Lovestruck

A manifestation disguised as a poem.
Imagined, felt and written by Denny K. Schuldt.

Collision • Evolution • Anticipation • Vision • Warmth • Promise • Balance • Devotion.

## I

And boom! We collided.
After all this time, life decided we will no longer be divided.
The crossing of our glances was all it took,
to start the first chapter of my new favorite book.

## II

I’m dying for writing poetry about butterflies revolving,
about realizing how our connection is evolving.
From kisses on the cheeks and spending quality time,
to feeling that I’m becoming yours, and that you’re becoming mine.

Having the excitement of planned dates,
of subtle gestures and then touching our hands.
Noticing when you smile with every crack of your shell,
and how you close your eyes enjoying my smell.

I want to return home recalling every night,
smiling at every traffic light still feeling how you hold me tight.
May you be the reason why I smile at my phone.
Love makes us a bit dumb, it is known.

I’m ready for an oxytocin overdose,
to sometimes write some verses, and others some prose.
I’m curious about what I’ll write while being lovestruck,
and you being my inspiration my muse of luck.

## III

It’s around the hour where we’ll meet.
I can’t deny I’m nervous thinking about how I’ll greet.
“Hi! How are you?” sounds a little bit plain,
maybe a “Hey! It’s you!” will connect more our brains.

Although I already feel a connection,
something inside me senses some affection.
Maybe it’s your charm, or the sparkles you text me.
I’m not really sure, so let’s wait and see.

My body is shaking, not just my legs.
It’s the anticipation for a new rhythm to set.
I’ve dated before, several times in fact,
but this one feels different. It has an impact.

## IV

I want to take beautiful pictures with you in the center,
that way you’ll see yourself through my eyes so tender.
The beauty of the unexpected captured in every frame,
I’ll caption them all by putting our names.

You see, that would be spontaneous,
but with you I feel that the excitement would be contagious.
For the first time I’ll see myself through the eyes of another,
maybe I’ll see myself through the eyes of a lover.

Hey, look at me. Smile, let me direct.
Let me capture this moment so we never forget.
Let the rays of light touch softly your face,
Living moment by moment, at our own pace.

That would be mutual, not just something of mine.
Imagine feeling the oxytocin all around our minds.
How beautiful would that be,
two lovers taking pictures, sitting in a tree.

## V

Sometimes you become my warm soft corner,
the one I want to be in longer and longer.
Yes, a corner but a peaceful one for sure.
My world is getting cozier and I wonder if I’m doing the same for you.

The strength of your arms ties me to my core,
the feeling is so melting that I’m always wanting more.
Feeling our chests moving as we breathe,
that’s why when in your corner, I never want to leave.

You should see your face when we’re together,
nothing else matters, everything’s light as a feather.
Those are the moments when I realize,
that a cozy world could never have a prize.

Ah, the stages of falling in love.
How beautiful it is to feel every touch so soft.
Becoming vulnerable has its perks,
like watching first hand all of your smirks.

## VI

You asked me one night what I’ll do,
best part is me feeling that you’ll also do that too.
Mutual, that’s the word.
That’s the key for me to unravel my world.

I fantasize about how ours would feel across different moons,
how I will write you poems while you’ll prepare the balloons.
Celebrations may be yours but I’m willing to take a part,
to create memories so we both can fill our hearts.

The time we share is what I value the most,
sometimes at yours, others it’s me who host.
Cooking, cuddling, hugging, give me more.
I love every single minute, every single one I adore.

## VII

I know some things about the times you died before,
a little of all the pain of past lives you had to endure.
And now you know some of mine as well,
but that tragic opera is over, no more tickets to sell.

No more rebirths, no more reincarnations,
I’m ready from solitude, my emancipation.
Our path will have its slopes for sure,
but together we will be each other’s cure.

I’m a dreamer, let me dance.
I like this rhythm, this is our chance.
It takes two to tango, not just one soul.
We finally matched our person, we both have hit the goal.

## VIII

I would love you in your todays and your tomorrows,
I would make sure that in your soul there won’t be sorrow.
I would love your past, for becoming your present,
I would love you always, and I promise I’ll be gentle.

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Copyright © Denny K. Schuldt 2025