My Second Falling

Excruciating time of toture, as i try to find the cause . seeking in me any stains to blame for our failures ,yet at the chunning bell of the clock the rosy petals fell , like a smooth brush kiss on my chicks, the tickle in my tummy behold your presence, a fragnant of love. so dear to me , you smiled standing there by my very side. i recall a few days later ,the early hours of dawn when the chunning bell of the clock rang ,and i in childish glee ran towards the promising bloom of our anticipated dreams ,expecting you in time to depart. though time passed ,with i in the sentencing silence that marked our very end, i awaited with hope. though the sun rose with the light exposing our trail of both love and deciet . Deep with the blame i sank fading further and further away from the sanctuary of our love. Though in love defeated, here i stand with a new restored courage knowing what my soul seeks . knowing that at the chunning bell of the clock, as the rosy petals fall what my heart desires is love love, Oh! so infectiously bourne , in eyes so luminous with promise. tis from those i saw my heart tis truelly her ,one whom i call LOVE !!!!!!! .