From the first moment meeting
the old soul flavor of your eyes
I was captured in enrapturement
that springs inherent of unbidden
love which lies securely
in the promissary of new found dreams
That I can offer absolution
in the reverence of distance
is perhaps the finest testament
to that virtue which nestles,
so demure as to render senslessness,
within your bountiful heart
As much as it pains, I give the grace
to hesitation for all your convictions,
which, made certain through purer devotion
shown to an adoration long ago sown,
so seems insured beyond all the disaster of my hope
Had I known you sooner, I could have shown
the pearl of wisdom a worlds breadth,
which, rolled along an eternities passion,
offers the possibility of lifetimes well spent
I admit this caught my eye because I have a story with the same title. But alas my particular Alex is a little harsher and rough around the edges. This Alex that you speak of seems to be soft and delicate. You write as if you are afraid to hold her for fear of breaking her. Such a beautiful poem.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
M-