She asked
him, “Is this what love is all about?”
The flirting
glances across the candlelit room,
Breathless
when your heart goes boom-boom,
The tender fleeting kiss & sweet soft
caress,
Compliments
made on my brand new dress.
She asked
him, “Is this what love is all about?”
White
Fairytale wedding in the month of June,
The waltz
& holding hands beneath the moon,
The flowers &
poems & those missives of love,
Giving thanks
for this love to the God above.
She asked him,
“Is this what love is all about?”
Orgasmic passion
& crimson roses on pillows,
Fire in the loins,
sweet words beneath willows,
The touch of a
cheek & the kissed away tears,
The reaching out
touching & knowing no fears.
She asked him,
“Is this what love is all about?”
The wretched
retching, while you hold the pail,
Of hairless head
& wrinkled skin yellow & pale,
The acrid scents
of those droolings & seepings,
Love swept clean
of life in memory´s sweepings.
“Yes,” he said,
“this is what love is all about,”
The good &
bad, the passion & slow imminent dying,
This love which
enables us, upon wings to go flying,
And holding your
hand, I now know without a doubt,
That this my love,
is exactly what good love is all about.
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