1829

Do you remember our lips touching, upon moonlit love so tender, Lasting bliss, loves burning passion, heartfelt souls to surrender. Sweet smell of golden wheat fields, ingrained memories to cease blowing, A subtle evening’s air, fall harvests, our love knowing. A big shadow, creaked our oak tree, my heart stolen by grace so fair, Beautiful locks, lavender kissed, I’d caress your long dark hair. Choking up from memories missed, a long time ago, Confessing all your heart, my once Edgar Allen Poe. Our time suddenly taken, together gravely surprised, Heaven’s curveball thrown, a plan not recognized. A journey your souls traveled, born again, you’ll grow up new, I await crossing paths, different skins, our love holds true. An angel I still stand here, I’ve never left you alone, Crying after midnight, a heartbreaking sob you moan. Devotion we promised, during sun’s twilight sleep, I’ll never give up, your tears falling, cutting oh so deep. Modern relationships causing such mischief, I see you run and hide, Dark shadows, cornered blessings, these troubles I’ve stood beside. Head hanging, deep despair, your emotions begin to sink, Intuition sensing true love, shining on the brink. Special gifts I’ve sent, in your life, forever my amore, Times I’ve reached out to remind you, beautiful girl I adore. A man, I could hold you, attending life’s grey sky showers, Our loves savaged realm, passing times uncharted hours. Easier it all was, to see you embodied in our light, A new orbit without me, we gravitate to unite. These words have mystically traveled, in fates time I’ve reached you, A loves kept promise, to never bid adieu. Your eyes reading slowly, I’ll unlock our hearts felt past, Slight smirk, I’ve watched you searching, familiar memories they last. My poem has now touched you, noble love, forever bound, Now I’ve reached you, my lost soul, your heart uniquely found. My last words,” I will find you”; “Is it me”? Now you ponder, My answer, silly girl, “no question or wonder.” My souls soon transition, will prove faithful sorrow dwelt, Mans’ tearful open eyes, our excitement to be felt. I know you can’t see me, I touch your cheek for everything’s fine, God’s promise, I’ll enter soon, your love from 1829. Dated 09-10-2016