Savoring The Warmth Of Every Sun
If I write a poem for youIt’s because you inspire me too.
How sad to be so inspired
Knowing that’s this my own demised
Alone again and childless too
I get no comfort from anything but you.
I love you and that is true
A long last love, yet I’m blue.
Across the ocean beyond the sea
You’ll take your time, as it should be
Yet I feel the pain of love on hold.
Nothing lost or nothing gained
Words written, yes they are bold.
Promise of coffee, cake and tea,
Sitting in the garden we would be.
Sadly embracing, knowing our past
These loves, this joy, will it last?
A sad silly girl I must be,
To love you in spite of what I see.
Love and joy fall fresh on us
Let bygones be, this is a must
Am I too blind to see, holding on
Just let the past be gone at last
Thou hearts are tender, always.
Your words are divine, spilling out
Like a father or mentor of mine.
Wise beyond years of every kind.
Nothing ventured nothing gained,
I take your love, even with the pain,
Swallowing pride and being tamed.
Lord Vanderpons I’ll be forever yours.
Not expecting the future will be without rain.
I take your love, knowing it’s true
And ignore bitterness that makes me blue.
The only thing that matters is you
You are true and our love though rocky
Will evolved into something less blue.
I’ll never be any happier without you.
© May 31, 2009 By the Cat’s Meow
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