dear lover, now let i pray……..
Our promises of love, in love
Flowing as if from the same womb born,
Yet from minds apart they emanate.
Your words softly true, candid
Piercing through my tender passion as if for my soul born.
Most lovers do promise promises true,
Some through the blood of vines and ale speak, leading hearts astray
Far to places where imagination has meaning.
So let me like most lovers be true
so i lose reasoning to your fineness.
Like a lover true, let i stray in your Persian balm
Harvesting the fruits of your orchard’s green.
The erosion of time passing by caressing us unnoticed
Age too, and yet still we promise and love.
I as a lover odes composing like Keats
Strength to our love our words its sustenance.
Still now i promise to love,