I nearly ache with the very knowledge that its going to
be soon
where we will meet, we will love, we will conquer this
grace filled magic just two months beyond June
the endeavors of the heart often only create conflict
in the so so maddened mind
yet, what we share is like that of a long rope,
a feeling one might say
that to each we are invariably entwined
the hot, relentless breath that heaves laboriously
from my body
only wishes to be one with your own
but reality and her all too logical sister reason
repeatedly warn me though of possible great loss yet
all the while from them so many promises have found
form and grown
as over eager possibilities play out sweet scenarios
in my once overly indulged head
you will find that so much has been left to the imagination
where so little in its place is there left to be said
except of course that just maybe
"I Love You" but I've said that
haven't I not already
perhaps, I should now attempt to exit this page
as my heart and hand have grown just a little more than that
of simply unsteady
along side this unpretentious pen
you will soon discover a nearly unhealed heart that none too
patiently awaits
for the locks to your deeper affections to be broken and their
unshackled chains pulled from the forlorn gates
and alas , you will finally completely let me slip unscathed within
and where I, alone before could only lose
we, together ah! as a lover's team could and can
only win
here's a resounding , "Good Luck"
wished to you and I, myself my sweet in the hope that we never
forget our initial quest which if put simply
is LOVE!...............
(written June 21, 1993 1am)