my love has yet to be born
it has yet to breath or even speak
to tantalize my thoughts
so wary and warm
to make me whimper and worry 'til my knees
fall me weak
it has yet to blow me away
with its awe striking power of boom
and carry me through passed old fantasies
of days long past
unlocking the riches of self respect's
confidence in life and love's very own dark room
onto this plain of reality so awaited truth and
its love will set alight the shadows that were once
upon me critically cast
and I will live a true life so deserving
unto thee
at long, long last..............
( written Oct 25,1992 am)
I really enjoyed the poem!
thanks so much........
I'm just sorry that it took me so long to respond back to your compliment. Sincerely, M.