The Power of Love
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which can lay us low or then
Raise our standards so high
That we can even reach the sky.
But in affairs of the heart
There can be a flood so great
That surrender to it we must
And revere its power till we return to dust.
There is no way its might we can resist
No matter how hard we do insist.
Its surge sweeps all before it powerless
And we must yield without cowardice.
Once we surrender,how sweet its embrace
As we we let ourselves be caught in its race,
Letting go of all our uptight inhibitions
To be swept along in its wild commissions
Such was that memorable night in Rathmore
When you stepped softly inside my door
Where our pent-up passion swept its dam away
As upon the floor we together lay.
Revealed to me were all your hidden charms
As I held you gently in my arms.
Generously you opened your legs wide
To usher me smoothly,deeply inside
.
There we remained one and united
Until the boiling frenzy of our bodies subsided.
Now although we are living far apart
Our souls are joined,beating with but one heart.
To the power of love we must pray
For giving us that beautiful day
That will forever with us remain
Until we can lovingly meet again
For love there's no reason
In love there's much rhyme
Love's never out of season
True love 's always out of time.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2007
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