Forgotten Bud of Love
We started like most new lovers do, on a journey of passion
Me...hoping it would last forever - never dreaming it might end
Making love with one another was magical, blissful
Strong, yet sweet with tenderness
Such ecstasy and passion we shared like none I'd ever known
Romance novels didn’t compare to our story
You said I was your goddess, your life’s blood...
So right, we were
We seemed to be so in sync - our hearts beat as one
in a passionate syncopated tune
I remember how we fit so perfectly like two puzzle pieces
We met at an intimate café in Madera - a small quaint city in Italy
I was lazily sipping chinoto and eating pizza napolentana
I was so happy and excited - it was my first time abroad
You,on the other hand had lived there all your life
A true Italian uomo, "un uomo molto interessante”
which means, “He was a very interesting man”
I looked up and there you were...
sitting at a small table across the room
Your gaze met mine...
as we smiled simultaneously at one another
We left together
I was feeling quite lightheaded from it all
To my suprise, you took me to meet your family
a group of robust, happy, family members
gathered together for a partito- which is Italian for party
It was kisses and flowers - we fell in love...
So I thought
But I was wrong, something happened
Suddenly...
You were gone - into the arms of another
leaving me with a sad, forgotten bud of love…
of you and me
And...
Wishing you were standing where you used to be - next to me
Copyright © Anne P. Murray | Year Posted 2012
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