Maid of the mist, in the dawn, when you came to me
swathed in the rays of Aurora’s gold light.
Deep in my heart, I knew then, you were meant to be
destiny, dawning, in deep, darkest night.
Lady of love, in my youth’s manic misery,
gorgeous and gleaming like goddess above;
you, above everyone else, were the world to me:
tranquil and tender as dream’s dulcet dove.
Venus, through air, curled around, like the morning mist
‘neath silver moon, at the harvesting time.
By farm’s rustic gate, in the dark, where we first kissed,
we sowed sacred seeds of romantic rhyme.
Maid madly missed, in the twilight, you came to me,
shrouded in starlight and warm lunar beams.
Down by the shore, where the waves sang in harmony
you turned my nightmares to deep, dazzling dreams.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For my wife, Lorraine. We met and fell in love when we were 15. We broke up when we were 20, but there was never a line drawn under it. 32 years later, we found each other again, still both in love. We walked out of our 24 years marriages to other people and we are together again; we should never have been parted!
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Comments3
One heck of a love-story. Congrats!
Too much there to comment upon when I try to imagine the journey - I wouldn't know how.
So all that's left is to wish you the very best.
Take care of yourselves.
That love will never fail Kevin.
Andy
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