True Love This Time
Down the narrow stretches of life,
We glide.
Love and our partner,
Beside.
Timbers growing,
Strong,
We can never,
Go wrong.
Reaching,
To the Sky,
So pleasing,
To the Eye.
Whispering through,
The trees.
Only trying,
To please.
Carry me,
Away.
For here,
I cannot, Stay.
Now searching,
Never finding,
Never ending,
Never winning.
Missing,
What once was mine.
Longing,
For such a long time.
Wondering,
Who’s next in line.
Wanting,
True love this time.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment