for i love her . . .

[Bill]

 

for i love her . . .

 

there were things she could do with a look

that moved things within me

that i did not even know existed . . .

her very presence

her essence

twisted my thought

and my tongue followed suit

 

it was hard for me

difficult even

for me to formulate the words

to capture the effect

she had on me

when she was near

and it was not fear . . .

i suspect the excitement i felt

was much like when i knelt

in the presence of God

yes, i worshipped her

for she was divine

and she was mine

 

even now

when i think of kissing her

i feel the yearning

still burning

for though i am missing her

she is still here with me

 

i remember the gentle smiles

and her glistening eyes

and how they gave rise

to the cadence of my heart beat

and i am listening . . .

for though i have told my ‘self’

many times

in the lines of my rhymes

she is the reason why i live

the truth of the matter is

it is what she gave

and still gives

 

you see,

i am but a man

and our meeting was perhaps by chance

but chance is embodied in circumstance

and she gathered me

the all of me

and enhanced me

 

i was but a cubit

and she multiplied, not added

unto who i used to be

she was the Ark, my Ark

when my world was being flooded

with my nonsense

she made sense

and delivered me back

to Sunshine and dry land

she was my colorful promise

of the morrow

my Rainbow and Pot of Gold

yes, i felt the Doves fluttering wings in my heart

 

and though i may speak of these things

in a tense past

this feeling i have for her

still yet last

everlasting

and my Soul sings

of this grandeur

i still hold inside

and though many a night

my eyes were filled with a pool of desire

for this fire to burn once again

and i cried

in an attempt to cleanse my Soul

that this veil betwixt

my then and my now

somehow

be removed

and that i awaken

from this land of forsaken

and embrace this essence

in this presence

once again

 

for i love her

 

 

(c) 14 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

 

 

[Bill]

 

be sure to colour outside of the lines . . . . (~;

 

[Eva Libre]

the date of the birth of my child .... I saw it three times. Thanks for your poetic creativity, it is also a gift.

[Bill]

[Lynn H]

I am reading a book by Eric Butterworth, Life is for Loving. I highly recommend it

[Bill]

i so agree . . . and perhaps that is a GOOD thing that we always . . .in all ways aspire to her countenance . . ."True Love" . . .

 

sending you my love

blessings

bill

[heather wilkins]

This is so beautifully written...True love is an ever lasting emotion...I often think, they are in the next room, just out of sight

and reach...But they live in our hearts forever....The soul of man never dies....Great...

[Bill]

 

thank you my Dear friend,

i am deeply honored . . .

Blessings to you

bill