Pastry Puff

Still wind as the couple walks down the lane. Stolen glances as they avoid touching hands. Pastry puff upon the air, Sunday morning dew, Too near for comfort, too far for pain. How I wish I could evade this fearsome torment so divine! If I could only pluck the bittersweet rose before it e’er grew. Why would God grant you such supreme sovereignty o’er my soul? Is there any means to steal your heart when you have stolen mine? To speak to the angel would be too hasty My strength so fragile couldn't bear the glorious toll. But to not? My mind is berated in relentless pain For the Love of God, Let me kiss your scarlet lips so tasty To know where you are is the question of my being, While it seems to me you may be deceiving. The spirit of my heart is on the verge of shattering, Bittersweet is the love you left, with me dreaming. 29 February 2020 Created for Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge