White Dove

A sincere and tender kiss-
you planted on my cheek,
It made my bones feel soft and weak
and swole my heart with priceless bliss.

You made me feel so safe and sound,
like for once I did belong.
And yet I should have known how long,
before you climbed your fearless mount
and dissapeared into the ground.

Out of reach and out of sight,
You left me groping in the night.
My heart diseased with aching love-
A helpless desolate white dove.

you need to branch out more find more unusual words. Poetry isn't supposed to really make sense especially in a love poem keep practicing!

I agree, I think you could use some different words to paint the poem more and give it more color. If it doesn't make sense, who cares? Some of the best poems make no sense! Like The Walrus And The Carpenter. It's weird but epic. You had a good feeling to this, but I think it needs more. Keep writing!

Hello. Onto the nit-picks.

A sincere and tender kiss-
you planted on my cheek,
It made my bones feel soft and weak
and swole (Swole? That's not a word.)my heart with priceless bliss.

You made me feel so safe and sound,
like for once I did belong.
And yet I should have known how long,
before you climbed your fearless mount
and dissapeared into the ground. (I feel like this stanza messed up the flow a bit. I'd suggest reading it outloud and making sure it sounds right.)

Out of reach and out of sight,
You left me groping in the night.
My heart diseased with aching love-
A helpless desolate white dove.((This last sentence didn't quite go with the rest of the poem.)[color=#FF0000][/color]

Other than those things, well done.