My Love

My Love Falling in love at sixteen. The rest of my life would exist for her. We would separate for two years, But I would be back to that coastal town. Finally, I return to Misty. Eyes with rays of blue in the golden sunshine. Taste of the salt on her lips, She is my reason for being. Spending every moment together, Misty and me. Our love will ever be. Watching the sunset together, A smile on my face as I say thanks. At night Misty comforts me, Rocking me to sleep. In the morning sunrise wakes me. The aroma of Misty is as refreshing as coffee. Time flew by as wind in my sails. Sixty-Five years I made love to my Misty No one knew of our long affair, They went through life without a care. Now my life is at its end, Saying goodbye with this pen. This is the way it is meant to be, Bury me in the Misty sea. Copyright © Robert Moore January 27, 2022

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Deb M

Date: 1/28/2022 7:00:00 AM

Hi Robert I really enjoyed your poem it intrigued me. I read it twice but I’m still not sure if Misty was a woman or a boat?? I’m thinking a boat….am I right? Debx

Robert Moore
Date: 1/28/2022 10:02:00 AM

Loved your comments especially the question you presented. I set out to write this so the reader might see their own vision of Misty than what I did. You have provided this satisfaction to the highest degree. There are two clues to Misty. The first is “coastal town” which sets the stage for ocean or sea. The strongest clue is the last two words “Misty sea”. His love was the blue ocean water tasting the salt on his lips. Thank you so much, you’ve made me very happy. Robert. PS Read “What Am I” for the first poem I did this with.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 1/27/2022 8:43:00 PM

Robert, Misty. Nothing unsung in this wonderful verse. -Richard