Immortal Love

Little things are for most taken for granted, sweet words made you feel appreciated and romantic. That immortal glow from deep inside is true love from the soul. Unbridled like the tide but hiding like a mole. In the eyes of the loved there is a constant smile to here a voice every once in a while. Here now and forever press a button and pull a lever, as easy as things have become very few have become one. The pearl drop of love came from her heart willingly, like winning Nobel or Pulitzer Prize an undying love to compromise. For a love that’s genuine grows in kind, and in time becomes ripe fruit on the vines. Longevity of September cast a shadow until December. Yes, I remember the power, pleasure and pain of a love river. All for a reason and not the vain of the season. James C Bryant Jr. April 26 2002