Cry For Love

High up on a bluff stands a lone figure. 
The salty winds sharply burn his moist eyes. 
He screams out, “Oh God, please let me find her!” 
Falling to his knees he bitterly cries. 

He ponders if he should just let life go. 
A still voice says, “No!” with powerful force. 
He feels his body being pulled from the ledge, 
at that moment realizing the source. 

Next day on the beach he walks alone, 
finds a sun tarnished bottle in the sand. 
Removes an old cork, pulls out some paper, 
and carefully unfolds it with both his hands. 

As he read, tears welled up and his heart raced, 
his senses were touched by such sweet perfume. 
In beautiful script was a cry for love, 
in her words he found a light in dark gloom. 

Overwhelmed by joy he ran down the beach, 
yelling loudly, “Oh thank you very much!” 
He felt he knew the meaning of his life, 
searching everyday for her gentle touch. 

He wrote his plea, put it in the same bottle, 
tossed it in the sea, watched it drift away. 
Weeks turned into months and months into years, 
he never lost hope, not one single day. 

After many years he still goes back there, 
stands on the bluff each day as dusk sets in. 
Then one day a light hand touched his shoulder, 
as he turned around his heart leaped within! 

Those tender eyes, that smile, he couldn’t move, 
He saw an old crumpled note that she held tight. 
Held it out as tears filled her aging eyes, 
he saw his handwriting in the dim light. 

He grabbed her and held her as they both cried, 
then sang a choir of Angels above. 
“True love has been joined, let our praises ring.” 
happy ending came from a cry for love.

Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025

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