Ode to Her

The fruits loins I would not know

 

 

Fruits of loins I might never know

had we never loved so sweet

When we did plant seeds of desire

little chancing we might meet

 

Holding my breath as I jumped

chancing all on a single toss

Leaped the very bonds of Earth

trying for the worlds I would cross

 

But God did see my grasp inflated

as he pulled me back to Earth

Saying of my tenacity

"you have overstepped your worth"

 

Filled with confidence I did go

not caring what he had said

For I would listen to no one

as I had no fear nor dread

 

Now holding to that grasp of faith

it's for you I shed my tears

Knowing you alone were worthy

of loving all of my years

 

Author's Note

A dream that once was an obsession! The only one that got away.

Reviews

[Manda]

wow this was awesome! well done!

[cest la vie]

Lovely write Tate..
we have to be very careful about those dreams, don't we?

[Jenny Nelson]

You did a great job of putting your dream into words!

[Frantzuu]

Another great poem, and thanks for your reviews. :D

[Silere]

Very well written. You have chosen your words very wisely. Great job. Thank you for sharing!

[Mark]

You make me really curious about the woman or women you write your poems about.

[The Analog Kid]

Well said, fellow poet. Great phrasing throughout! Nice topic too...

[Alicante lullaby]

obsessions..tricky things...beautifully written...i agree with McCloud you are a poet by nature...

[Poetic Beauty]

Another beautiful poem.

[Tommy]

At first I got the sense of giving tribute to the first love, and then throughout your life's quest finding the one you will love for ever. Then I come to the feeling that she was the one in the same; lost now by death's separating embrace, she awaits while you sit alone anticipating your soul's becoming whole again.

Nice Write!
RLG,
Tommy