Passion

I wonder if you really know

The meaning of true love’s many ways

That passion comes and passion goes.

Waxes and wanes in many ways.

Remember the day that when we first met.

We spoke of many things.

Over many months our hearts were set.

We’d fly together on golden wings.

The passion that, we both first knew

As we fell into each other’s arms.

Would grow and change, and once it grew.

Would change its ways and charms.

Love mellows over many years.

And then first passion wanes.

Through times of laughter, sometimes tears

We share the pleasures and the pain.

Until love, has changed its face.

It becomes a different thing.

Until passion has been replaced.

The words “I love you” have a different ring.

Surrounded by your younger friends.

I see the look upon your face.

You wish that with them you could blend.

Know again that passion, that passing time erased.

You want to play the dating game.

I think by the way you flirt.

Not realising it could ne’er be the same.

Or caring about whom you hurt

You think that we don’t have it.

Feeling that our love has died.

But it’s different ways we show it.

Since you were my bride.

I know that I’ll always love you.

Even though you broke my heart.

Long nights of tears are shed for you.

When I think that we may part.

R.A.Spicer © 15^th July 2005