If there Is nothing new under the sun
Then why do I see new beginnings
And endless possibilities
When I look at you?
There is much more in your smile
Than my mind can assimilate
And I want to know
How to extract a little portion
Of it each day and
Drink it in so that
It caresses my heart
And soul.
If I could stop the
Incessant ticking of the clock
I would navigate the
Passage ways of your soul
And wind my way to
Your innermost sanctuary that
Holds the treasured pieces
Of your passions while
Memorizing the final verse
That opens the door to
Your most daring
Desires.
And before I had taken
My fill
I would etch our names
In that place of enchantment
Where time stands still and
Record for all time
My commitment to return
Again and again
For as long as there is life
And joy and beauty
In this world...
Where our love is
Forever.
How on earth did I miss this one? I love your poetry, Ed. Each is always so deep and emotive. It's like we can see into the heart and mind of the poet...you...and experience their passions first hand. Well done!
I am in complete agreement and connection with the theme you express via your verses in this poem, Edward. I know someone (now) and have known others along the journey who fulfil what you are "talking about." Love and peace to you,
"The innermost sanctuary that holds the treasured pieces of your passions while memorizing the final verse that opens the door to your most daring desires."
The poem takes me there and so much more. A fine take on the mystery of love.
And... for me, "I would etch our names in that place of enchantment" as the only truly lasting "Love in Perpetuity" striving to remain in the state of love, with all the names and identities the word love encompasses. Yes, objects are important validations at times, but to able to be in the state of love at all times is a place in one's heart and mind that no object, male, female, dog, cat, eta al can take away from the pure soul connection to what it's all about. Okay... I went on, but your poem did that to me. Wonderful expression. Bravo!
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The poem takes me there and so much more. A fine take on the mystery of love.
Love ya!
Jane
we take it to the grave.
but love's not for the faint of heart,
we mus be strong and brave.
May your love be forever.