Poetry of Love
Love at all times transcends thought sane, and rhyme.
Beauty will ne'er recede throughout the years.
Worship, no loss with life's decline of time.
Devotion, without bounds, no step unclear.
In truest form, love renews with each sight,
Grows deeper, richer, more with each new day.
My darkest times are at once given light
By your unfalt'ring love and caring way.
My love for you lacks bounds in heartfelt song.
You move me to heights not known in wise thought.
In your warm eyes ne'er can I do you wrong.
Your love is purely giv'n, not forged or bought.
You make my life complete through wondrous ways.
You lead my heart in love through dark and haze.
Sonnet #7 (The Wedding Sonnet)
One mind perceives thoughts odd, not known at all.
One mind considers love in sing'lar ways.
Two minds complete the rigid tower tall.
Two minds combine for love through all their days.
One person chases dreams not understood.
One person feels a hole that's undefined.
Two persons seek the greatest love they could.
Two persons fill the hole with ties that bind.
One body finds it hard for inner peace.
One body can't find satisfaction well.
Two bodies find a love that cannot cease.
Two bodies find fulfillment not to tell.
In life one person never finds the way.
In life the perfect pair grow love each day.
It was in Vienna,
a majestic sycamore
in a public park.
A commanding innocent,
with passionate reach
clutching the earth,
a child with its mother.
I took a photo for her.
She loved trees.
I loved her.
She didn’t love me.
a year and a moon
since your betrayal
your quiet departure on
the evening train
with clouded windows
the flowers wilting
the trees in despair
the fields untended
which I could not purchase
adieu not to be
nor bon voyage
nor handkerchief from shore
a confused heart
and a tattered soul
breathing rancid air
from frightened sunrise
to remorseless sunset
darkness finding itself
in the peak of day
freezing my heart
and the breadth of my soul
and lost desire