The Promise of Love

The Promise of Love

Something in my heart stirred
when first we met. Like the
gentle touch of a subtle
summer breeze in leaves.

I took pleasure in your body
as you did in my mine,
quenching our thirsts in
each other's passions and desires.

We held the promise of love,
a rose that grew in the light of love,
but you took your light away,
and the rose faded and died.

You returned to me and
my heart forgave. I rejoiced in your
coming, like as to the return of
spring after cold winter.

We held the promise of love,
a candle burning in the heat of our love,
but you took your warmth away,
and the flame flickered and died.

You returned once more to me
and I forgave again, rejoiced again,
as when the sun dawns anew
after a lonely, starless night.

We held the promise of love,
a fragile gem in the grasp of our love,
but you took your hand away
and the jewel shattered as did I.

Now the world is dark in winter
and night. The emptiness seems boundless.
I can't feel approaching spring or dawn.
Yet the light will shine again...

... but it cannot be yours.

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1987