The Mystery Of love

                         
           Ah…the mystery of love

               Does it really have a beginning...

           Or just an end?

               Our souls search for the depth

           The wisdom of this treasure

               Where does the secret lie?

           The journey can be so hard

               Sweet and gentle, passionate

           Or, sad, bitter tears may flow

 

           At first…

               So delightful, so tender

           Joy, laughter, gentle, soft kisses

               Then…

           The emptiness, the longing,

               The ache of sadness

           Loneliness, even when together

               The answer sleeps with the question

           Just what is the mystery of love?

              Lips on lips, skin on skin

           Senses quickened, minds alive

               Then…

           The void, the emptiness

               Alone once again

           All that’s left is the dream

               And the whisperings to the soul   

            Of what once was and now...

                Is not

            

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All poems written& copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A “Pas De Duex” of Rhythm and Visions~

 

                                  

                   

                               

 

Author's Note

Thank you so much for stopping by ad reading my words
Anne