my soul do take

walking on the wooded path..it's never too late

 

what a way to end a year

nothing in the way but cheer

but then a few... words of doubt

just to check my feelings out...

 

how could things become so wrong

left me loving here so long

those words of doubt were only me

learning how to be a we...

 

and now you’re gone, left for good

in my head... I thought you should

though my heart would disagree

and wish your eyes could really see...

 

the pain I suffer everyday

wishing you would come my way

holding hands and making love

God is watching from above...

 

walking on the rooted path

lying in our steamy bath

kissing lips that feel so fresh

in the room our bodies mesh...

 

my every thought... is of you

oneness turning into two

I cried this day about our fate

and pray dear lord it’s not too late...

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

written: December 7, 2010
photo: Edison & Ford's winter estates..Fort Myers, FL - February 11, 2010

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

A most touching write from the heart. This is a beautiful, wistful poem of longing. I hope your prayers are answered.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I hope it is never too late. Your words touched my soul. A beautiful write Allen