What Is This Love?
What Is This Love?
What can it mean?
Every time I meet her
I take her by the hand.
In my arms in my thoughts
I hold her, comfort her,
a million times a day.
The words ‘I love you’ are words
that to her I repeatedly must say.
When I am with her I am swallowed
within the haunting, sea green depths,
of her bewitching heart devouring eyes.
My heart my soul within me, my God
above me, tell me our lives, eternally are tied.
The sun shinning upon her golden hair,
the wind softly caressing, the features of her face;
the loving touch of her gentle fingers,
the feel of her lips, her skin, all cause my heart to race.
My soul soars exalted, far above enraptured me,
I dream yet breathe, the surging river of her love;
With her breath, her unspoken words, she guides me,
time mystical electrical, I breathe yet breathe not, the opium of her love.
My heart is sealed like a scented letter
with the magic of a blood red melted wax;
within sacred words are nobly scripted
with my inherent honour code, I attest to every martyred fact;
within my heart, without you, I cannot lie,
I but die, the cruel death of abandonment, a million gutted times a day.
One day carved in stone, upon my tombstone;
these words in gold leaf; you could truly say.
To Louise with love.
Like countless lifetimes
spent I looking for thee.
Coming to you was like
climbing. To the sun.
Your soul has walked with me,
in the best, in all my ways.
Alone I was lost.... (22-37) 1
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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