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meagre rhymes of love.





This love that has cocooned us, enveloped us,


in the warmth of its comfort,


is a love so rare,

truly a love beyond compare.




The middling years of our lives,


when this world has us jaded,


our love melts away the despair,


banishing the pain, distant and faded.




The feelings I feel for you can never be scribbled on paper with ink,


the sentiments swim free under the placid stillness of the seas,


my heart beating in rhythm with yours,


in orchestral harmony,

our symphony soaring with inexpressible desire,


as I find myself forever drawn to the blazing heat of your inextinguishable fire.




Through desolate moments that morphed into years, tears streaming down the  deserts of lonesome cheeks,


we had given up on love, accepting that it may never glide on the wings of the breeze,


we felt ourselves sinking, thrashed around as we drowned in the maelstrom of emptiness,


crashing, slipping, weighed down into the  crevasses, as we trod on, mile after barren mile,


at times gutted as we plumbed the depths of our souls, facing the horror of forgetting the ability to smile a simple smile.




It was then that we met, as our years began to pall, the wrinkles pronounced, the grey hair starting to fall,


it was then, when we met, that we began to live a little each day,


no longer merely existing, ensconced in our catatonic state,


it was then, when we met, when the confluence of our lives were tugged together by fate,


it was then, when our footsteps were slowly merging, ever gently forming a shared road,


it was then, so dazzlingly bright, I saw in you my my shelter, my much sought after abode.




The years we have lived, so alone for most of our lives, have exacted their toll,


even as we did not seek to mutter oaths, to sign vows of undying love on a paper scroll,


for no parchent signed and tucked away in an attic somewhere, or framed for all to see can ever be so bold,


as is our unspoken love, where there is no bartering for love, no settling for less, no going through the daily grind,


for the years have sprinkled starstuff on us, the starstuff of deep abiding love, almost impossible to find.




I am now old and grey, my wrinkles deep, my gait bent,


and I treasure every moment with you I have spent.




‘Tis true that you now lie beneath the ground, but still your laughter I hear every day,


your smile, your fragrant hair, your soft body are alive within me,


no advancing years can ever take that away,


and as memories of you are a soothing balm, you live in my thoughts, you are my constant, you can never truly go away


as I remember our gentle tender kiss, on our beach of promise, under the palm that sashayed,


under our palm, that will perennially sway …











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