The Crescendo

And in your arms I pray as I lay today;

I know that everything will be okay;

We listen to French sophistication;

In the format of classical music;

The atmosphere sparks and embers like magic;

The flutes and harps play ever so softly; 

I lay you on the covers and kiss you;

With you and the music, my heart just flew;

The music begins to build to a crescendo;

As I suck on your upper lip, we shake;

Knowing that we can be ourselves, not fake;

As the music breaks down to a single harp; 

I whisper those two little words, "Be Mine?";

I know I don't have to worry, It's fine;

Nor must I be scared to utter those words;

I pull off the chains, shackles and rings;

And discard all my material things;

They now no longer bind me to my past; 

Together we laugh and we frolic;

No cares for other's words of vitriolic;

Cause nothing can damper my happiness;

As we grip each other, you dig in your nails;

I feel your heart upon mine, As it hails;

If I could, I would lay her forever.

Author's Note

You can also view this on my website here:
http://www.angelpoetry.org/poetry/2012/poem_0000045.html

Reviews

[Keith]

Nice poem about finding happiness and the past sadness no longer matters.