Ian Jobst

(October 14,1999 / Oxford)

Love Flutter


Hearts that flutter
Must first stutter
At the sight of one’s heart
The stutter of a fire that’s yet to fully start
It is warmth which we yearn
From in the burn
Of our sense
We sense comeuppance
From our deeds
Indeed done without love
Like the stutter before the flutter
Of the wings of a dove
It is a perspective respective of my own
Something I felt straight from my bone
It’s a flutter
Of a loves first mutter
“I love you”

Submitted: Thursday, February 27, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 13, 2014

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This poem is one I wrote for somebody in particular, but I've yet to share it with them due to the ignorance of my fellow peers on the topic of kindness, and heartfelt pleasure at one's company

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