Monday, February 14, 2011

I remember when I loved

when eyes could in the darkest of night see
her angelic self in the brightest of day
when we would to and fro unwilling to
part each other’s party
when her lyre strokes lulled me asleep
 in the shadow of her bosom
when her reproves warmed  than
any a gentle of approvals
when hers was her in her absence
when her friends were mine no less
when my mind had not a mind for other
when I could see me waking up to her
by my side without end
when I could see us walking our baby
 a hand each by the side
when we never missed what to laugh
when all I talked with all was her love
when love was all there was to living
when because for her I did  live
when I had  a life
when I was in love
I remember