“What We Two Alone Can See”

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Is a love poem necessary

Between you and I

After all I see when you look at me

Or all you hold looking in my eyes?

Maybe Barrett would say it best:

“How do I love thee...”

A Dickenson, Rossetti or Nin,

But they know not your heart’s beat.

So many lyrics, novels, praised hymns

Could speak my devotion.

But, never the prayer I whisper low

At sunrise and dusk’s pink in adoration.

I know Love writes its own,

A language only two can read

Between lines, in the holy silences;

A kiss bears no Shakespeare could verse.

We need no road map or compass

Our path is led hand in hand,

God has our perfect destined end

As reward for two, this eve and adam.

When I no longer sit by your side

And this bed holds me no longer,

My tears will mingle with yours,

Always knowing eternity holds no hours.

To many there was a seen start.

A beginning assessed as impossible

Wrong, flawed, with broken hearts

    for last page to our book’s final toll.

 We both have clung to what few

On this battlefield have dodged,

Raised our heads unashamed of whispers

Common and likely to crush.

Yet, what makes a love poem, Sonnet,

Or book worth the reading but LOVE

In all its shades and seasons that

Promise that will never  turn to rust.