Contemplating a Love Affair

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Sitting in this tranquil garden contemplating my love affair

The surrounding air     is hot and thick with moisture

Yet breezes drift by carrying sweet smells of fragrant blossoms to my path

The sun shines upon me, somehow reflecting the current mood I feel as I think of my lover

Strong and masculine, intelligent and determined in his career yet so uncertain of his future path    and what road life hath for him

As if nature senses my change in mood, a cloud passes over and shadows me and my surroundings

My heart slows it’s beating ever so slightly as politely strangers pass by and a coin falls out of a loose pocket unnoticed

The coin rolls toward me in an arc motion and I think to myself, which side will it land?

Is this the way of love?

Little innuendos in the form of messages sent from above?

I’m not one to force fate’s hand in the game of love but am I setting myself up for a fall?

Should I fold the cards now and call it a draw?

Maybe stay my hand and see what the dealer has in store for me      so I decide to loosen up and not worry about the future, just think about today

Having just spent a relaxing weekend making love with a man that expresses true interest in me is a new thing for me to get used to so yes I know there will be doubts that will come into my head

I just have to let them blow away like the breeze that I just felt cool the sweat on my neck

As my hair blows in the wind, the sun comes back out again and I smile as if greeting an old friend

A new breeze blows a mist of fine water onto my face reminding me of my lover’s home by the seaside in that far away place

And right now I wish he were here

To kiss my lips in the sunlight

 

And I shed a tear

 

I’ll take this affair…. And live for today

And let him kiss all my fears away

Even if it lasts for just one summer

It will be a time in my life I will always remember.

Reviews

[clsmith766]

Well Done,

The symbolism combined with the analogies of your feelings really allows the poem to flow. It both visual, transitional, and easy to empathize with. Good Job!