You asked of me the moment
not the date, the time or place
when I succumbed to inner feelings
and your love I did embrace
Was not the moment by a candle’s light
with eye’s staring across its glare
that instilled my want or passion
or gave the feeling that you could care
It wasn’t a night out on the town
with dancing and a topless car
with the wind caressing through my hair
hand in hand while picking our favorite star
No it wasn’t the day at the beach
with us churning within the waves
or the way that you gently dried me off
while pretending to be my slave
The day at a park of total seclusion
laughing and rolling upon the grass
did nothing to plant desires of love
yet confirmed that you had class
Not even the twilight and a stroll
with the heavens set afire
could deliver to you my everything
my heart, my soul or desire
Yet the moment finally came along
in the moonlight I’d give my all
I doubt you hardly noticed
but in you I began to fall
The breathing was fast and passion high
as you stoked the fire to build my flame
was the moment when we both converged as one
and you whispered softly out my name.
You still have it dear girl. After an absence of a few years I thought it about time I started to look up some old friends.
I did enjoy this write for which I give you my thanks. It took me back some 60 years when but a young man I felt as you did in this romantic poem.
The moment when we discover the love of our lives is like no other, a magical time. It is the best of the best it sets every other priority in their proper place, below the love of our lives. Can there be a more rewarding event in life, no. You have described the seminal moment with passion and attention to all of the delicate emotions. I shall forever savor mine. She is the epicenter of my life.
Thank you for sharing this passionate and loving write, Chanti; most engaging and evocative. Your verses awaken the senses. Love and best wishes to you,
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.
I did enjoy this write for which I give you my thanks. It took me back some 60 years when but a young man I felt as you did in this romantic poem.
My undying respect for all of your works.
Robert Harrison
well done
Always,
Deborah
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Is a true delight.
Welcome back Chanti,
It was a beautiful write.
Michael D.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Regis
Yes, those soft lips touching our ears and saying our names gets us each and every time, Chanti! Good to see you back.