my love . . .

[Bill]

my love . . .

i met her on the road to Paradise
we each were seeking bliss
we spoke of all the wondrous dreams
just before that fatal kiss

our hearts began to flutter
as we looked in each other’s eyes
all we saw were possibilities
as our passions began to rise

it did not matter the morrow
for we were now and here
no time for thoughtful contemplation
there was naught to fear

she offered me her vanity
with little or no concern
oh the sweetness of blind trust
that one can never earn

i embraced her in my deepest
recessed corner of my heart
but her love was not for keeping
in time she had to part

a tear fell upon my cheek
when i realized she was not solely mine
i have been seeking since that day
hoping that one day i’d find

a love as pure as untold dreams
where even butterflies dare not
a beauty i am destined to long for
is this to be my lot

to chase the once virgin chalice
and drink the elixir one more
if that be my call then so be it
for her love is more than lore

so . . .

i’ll get back on the road again
where our paths crossed at the start
yet i sense her presence still within
in that recessed corner of my heart
i know the day soon come
where we will meet again
naked like David i’ll dance in the streets
as i embrace my friend . . .within

my love . . .

(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

[Bill]

why not ? . . . .

Thank you . .
Blessings of Joy, Peace and Love to you
bill