Ruminations Of Thee
Ruminations of thee permeate to my very soul,
You are the compeer which makes me whole!
How hath He blessed me, I oft would ponder?
Answereth did He, no longer to wonder!
Words are bereft, they forsake explication,
Nary can such seize the essence of my devotion!
It is ethereal, as if carried from the Heavens,
I hear your voice, all else deafens!
All is heightened, for cause given to thee:
So too is, each day, the love betwixt you and me!
Many have sought such, ne'er to find,
Evermore shall our hearts be intertwined!
Erstwhile, war has been fought in it's name:
Forever to glow-our ardorous flame!
Maurice Harris,8 November 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.