~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In memory of a moment long gone but not forgotten~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Life began today: Though my lungs have filled these many years, Yet now, with the scent of honeysuckle floating merrily on the wind, Beneath this Water Oak, looking into your lovely eyes, I deeply breathe of you.
My Joy began today: Though my mouth has often filled with laughter, As the giggle of the stream beneath us, blending with your voice, Beckons harmony from the doves calling from the nearby meadow, I softly whisper your name.
My Love began today: Though my heart has been caressed by its flame, As I gently touch your cheek, and feel the passion ignite within us, Walking upon this wooden bridge, your hand in mine, I say aloud, "My life began today!"
Dear Eddie,
This is a beautiful tender romantic poem and one written by a man who knows what it is to love. Only a lover can pen such words. Well done poet.
With love
Chanti
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cynth'ya lewis reed
(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
This is a beautiful tender romantic poem and one written by a man who knows what it is to love. Only a lover can pen such words. Well done poet.
With love
Chanti