It Is My Lady
it is my lady
it is my love
and so the story unfolds
of the passions fervor holds deep
where the heartbreaks searching
for a modicum more time
between the decision does the
nightingale or lark sing
repeated over and over
an echo of the heart
spanning untold generations
when our helpless eyes fall
into that delicious abyss of love
from whence we cast to fate
the exquisite moments when lips taste
the ambrosian fruit of paradise
when arms embrace no longer a dream
we become a ship at sea
in the net of time
fair or foul weather we sail
for it is love that life survives
it is love that gives meaning
and somewhere between the songs
of birds lost in the heavenly notes
we linger in the arms of love
whether caught in the pinions
or left in the mocking bird's call
an appeal for a mate
we continue in the fault
of our stars, locked in a headlong rush
to close any separation
where continents perchance merge
where paradise erupts in appetites
that must be satiated
with every breath
life triumphs in its growth
the delicate morsel in the heaven of lips
where roses have no fear of lingering
love always asks
can i tarry here but a moment more
can this kiss become eternity
can this embrace meld
into the infinity of longing come true
one more moment of your lips
one more moment with the lavender rose
in your eyes
it is behind that veil we will learn
moments are forever
OKC 7/22
Copyright © Timothy Ray | Year Posted 2022
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