Tristan
My love for him began an uneven beat
A faint flush upon the chubby cheeks
Gentle words ascending soft and sweet
And ready ears each time he speaks
Quivering lids of averted eyes
Shy, trembling hands we touch
Connecting with a heavy sigh
Did I feel too soon, too much
What a beautiful thing I did feel then
Bashful, and doe-eyed and free-
I re-live the mem'ry again, and again
And wonder if he still thinks of me
Or was the reason we were forgotten and lost
In the emotional struggle and war
Was the love we anchored's cost
The eternal longing for more, and more
When was a smile no longer enough
To send his heart swirling in bliss
And when was my touch he once did cherish
No longer a thing that he needed, and missed
When did it die, was it ever alive
If so, then who killed the flame
Was it boredom, or the fighting
Or life's passing time to blame
Forver thought that love should bend
If your soul-mate starts to break
But I have seen he found me broken
And soon the promise he did make
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2015
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