I do love you
he said
over and over
again and again
until the last of everyone left the room
he alone
wondered then
would she,
might she,
ever hear him again … say
again,
I love you,
he said.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
I do love you
he said
over and over
again and again
until the last of everyone left the room
he alone
wondered then
would she,
might she,
ever hear him again … say
again,
I love you,
he said.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
he wondered
in silence would we ever return …
the simple pleasure
that light,
a resonate reminder of love’s passion
drawn
beyond the scope of
society spoken symbolism.
Could we,
might we,
possibly
ever love again
or
are we forever
drawn to allow analysis
the final word
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
A quiet exists, in reason, in heed,
yet such is the mental anguish of silence.
A man wants some center to love
while she is in balance with need.
He will now toward a lonely sojourn
with hope might she find some peace
along the way, a soft reminder,
a memory, an embrace, a tear.
Will we always wish upon desire more,
he holds a soft chuckle, a stoic cry,
for in a single minute the vacancy
affords our capacity a dream, a despair.
Oh, he might wish until the next moon
a spiritual conveyance of this
a thoughtful love, sweet remind
the playful nature lost in serious tone.
He would might the next day be gone
for the only sunrise might be her eyes
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~ finding my way, a personal journey
for Zelda
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