Lost Love
Your name is like a winged dove
that carries my mind away,
Your lips are like the hottest flame
upon the touch of mine.
Your hands and fingers
always seem to know all the right times
for them to touch me,
Your eyes always find mine.
However, for now our hearts have parted
but they still remain
as one.
You will always have your life of ships and sea,
As I will always have mine lonesome and free.
If the joining of our hearts and bodies were meant to be
then to you I say:
It is not the end for endings only come in Death,
So I shall see the keeper of my heart
in my dreams and in the future,
But for now I fare him well.
Copyright © Laurie Curry | Year Posted 2010
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