The Drum

Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom
The sounds of a drum beat resounding over me.
In her eyes I gaze and wonder of how deep I can go,
The essence of her eastern beauty inticed me.
Hair of black satin rests on her flesh,
The rasberry aroma takes me to a place of imagination.
The touch of her soft hands makes my body feel fresh,
As my mind travels with no limitation.

Bum.Boom..Bum.Boom..Bum.Boom
The sounds of the drum beats double time.
We sit connected through our souls,
Yearning to be one body, soul, and mind,
As we get closer our skin is no longer cold.
As we get lifted and taken to another place,
We leave behind a piece of our selves that we can never recover.
All I can do is stare at her angelic face,
It could never happen with another.

Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom
I listen as the sound falls back.
The bliss after the storm is amazing,
As the air is filled with I do's and our souls made contact.
Lovers eyes wild and gazing.
Vows were made not to be broken,
Our love has been cemented.
No evil words to be spoken,
Because to each other we were commited.

Bum..Boom.........Bum..Boom........Bum..Boom
The sound of the drum gets weaker.
 Complaceny sets in between the two souls.
Those sweet somethings become bitter,
As the arguments and fighting take toll.
Killing off what God created for his glory,
The two souls forgot about each other.
This once upon a time love story,
Has become a mystery novel that i have yet to discover.

Bum....Boom......................Bum.........Boom
The sounds are far apart and few.
How can this be happening to the firey souls?
Another came in when our fire had no blue.
It was no more than just a flicker as the breeze blows.
Her heartless act has taken apart of me,
Leaving me questioning loves existence.
Why can't our love sustain we,
Through this even a chance isn't givin to persistence.

Bum.........................................Boom
The sounds stop at an abrupt end.
As the sounds stop so does a life,
With no return in sight it can never resend,
All the darkness she left behind brings forth no light.
As my soul looks forward to my dreams,
She can't have them.
They shed light even if it is as dark as it seems,
A new life will begin.

BumBoom. BumBoom. BumBoom.
The sound acts as though it has been resuscitated.
Who is she?

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