Only Our Love Remains

A summer day

A faint bouquet of passion floats through my thoughts, resting on my mind, leaving my dreams filled with you. 

The wilderness scented breeze calls out your name but as I turn to see you only the flowers remain.  

Further I walk into the day as the wind whispers upon my skin; again I turn with open arms, but only the wind remains.  

The sun makes me warm just as your desire warms my blood and still I press on, through the woods my feet carry me. 

From the west a shadow consumes my path while jets of sun light pierce the lumbering pines.

My spirit feels a presence but the day has left me empty-handed so I do not turn towards the obstruction;

before I take another step the power of your arms spin me into your embrace and as always only our love remains.

Reviews

[TJ]

cherrie this is a beautiful and wonderful piece. turning toward love multiple times only to find he is not there and just as your heart hardens and you decide not to turn, there he is. I'm not typically a fan of anything romance or lovey dovey, but this was very good

[OT]

ah you have a wonderful way with words here - the tone is sigh-like - only those flowers remain, or that wind - that blows - love the "jets of sun light" - what imagery - and then the resolve - the embrace - only love remains here!! so nice!

[?]

oooooooooh now that was beauty, sensual even.
The imagery was wonderful.
Very sweet and tender.
I love the ending, being swept up in the arms of the one we love is always so wonderful. The love remains. Awesome Cherrie

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

The visual was so beautiful, and the words filled the page with longing for your the one you love!

[KAREN]

A beautiful well written poem of love for your mate. It made me smile!

[Dream Weaver]

"A simple sway" of wandering love only to be
recaptured in all its rapture :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

like a bouqet of the most beautifully plucked words arranged with grace~ beautiful

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Wonderful write and beautiful

[Ed Hart]

beautiful sentiments

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Simple sweet n tender... what a delightful poem