Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Monday, November 21, 2011

Falling in Love Everyday

I wonder if she hears the whispers
I breathe as she walks away
as she turns back and smiles
as my heart swells in bondage
to her eyes of mischief's lure

I wonder if she knows my pride
her mind my awakening from purgatory

and the blighted loneliness of  delusion
her voice the music of my sweetest fancies

I wonder if she knows...I love her so
that my loyalty shares her infinity
and my faith dances in her mystery
where she holds my worth captive

I wonder if she knows her gifts
my joy of her girlish wonderment
that she blesses me  with serenity
and a  divinity of gracious blisses
I wonder if she knows...I love her so*

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