we hope perhaps for the wonderful spectacle
but our love seems to march in an obscure processional
virtually every day completes our participation
of heart and soul within the minds creation
lines drawn across the sand
grace is sought with open hand
onward towards the magical destination
so tender and sweet is this temptation
a warm breath and that special one’s pulse beating
don't stop, don't stop for love is fleeting
as are the disguised visions of a crescent moon
they are like mounting passions that are gone so soon
U R always one of the Big Poets here
... Thank U for being here :)
©bishu
"Fleeting"
as in climax, I'm thinking. Love endures and stays - eventually we'll get it right and unions will have lasting quality for a lifetime. That is my wish for everyone. ~
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Beautiful
Beautiful