We counted, huddled, precious hours
two lovers sheltered against springtime showers
‘Neath the down-stretched arms of a weeping willow
My arms your shelter, my lap your pillow
And there, like the myth of an ancient love
Carried upon the wings of a snow white dove
Sunlight breaking with the flutter of wings
From the little white bird who softly sings
We watched it flit with a delicate glee
From branch to branch and tree to tree
Against its soft wing nature pressed
The storm abates, the day is dressed
Beloved skies where imagination weeps
These our newfound white bird keeps
Beneath her wings, winds lifting higher
Chasing clouds for her heart’s desire
Until she finds her true love rising
On thermal bands, her flight revising
The two winged now as one together
Each wingbeat now in equal measure
And so do we, in love’s all knowing
Feel this precious love now growing
In awe we sigh, love’s prayer now heard
In the shadow of our little white bird
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If flowers bloom when summer ends, their fragrance rising, too,
These I, on bended knee would give, and even more to you.
Celestial stars and distant moons I’ve gathered up for thee -
And as the angels sweetly sing, profess your love to me.
The tides should rise and surely ebb with every breath you take;
Each heartbeat to mine own entwined, a passion full awake!
Softly pressing palm to palm, our fingers tightly laced,
Pulling closer, closer still, a warm and tight embrace.
Each minute to the hour unwinds, and still the night unfolds
Timeless and eternal as we lay in sweet repose.
The morning comes on the rising sun, our love in warm reflection
Whispering low, we are even so lost in introspection.
Such is our love, so tightly stitched, the seams appear transparent -
And to the world our vows are writ in verse now made apparent.
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I have smoothed out the waters
Stilled the heaving winds and quieted the seagulls
All that I might whisper into your ear,
“I love you”
I have straightened the roads
Leveled the mountains and filled the valleys
All that we might walk together, forever
I have conjured the angels
Restrung their harps, and led them in chorus
All that you might hear heavenly symphonies
While you slept.
And all that I ask of you, want of you, need of you -
Is for you to know you are loved
And that you have shelter in me.
For you, I have done these things.
Because of you, I can do these things.
And without you, there is nothing I can do, or say
That would make anything worth doing, or saying.
She was my first love
Beautiful, tall and fragile
Everything I know of love
She taught me.
I lost myself within her
beauty and was too often
drunk with her laughter.
She loved me.
I dreamt of her nightly
and I awoke each day
with visions of her smile.
She held me.
We held hands and with
each touch, my knees went weak;
The essence of her
flowed threw me like water.
She enchanted me.
Then one cruel day,
she left me.
No word, no reason, no clue.
I was lost and confused.
She hurt me.