I Have Loved You Long And Well.
You are my heart, my head, my love.
I feel the fire seer my bones as
lips dance across the softness of
night, a coverlet of moonbeams
my only companion.
The infinite exquisite ache of skin
yearning to love and be loved in return.
Yet never to know, never to know-you.
What a passionate, warming poem with some exquisite phrasing Sue! To the ‘starry, starry night’ person I presume. Unrequited, yes, but a sincere declaration nevertheless to luckier one. Much enjoyed! Trevor
Yes, always him, Sometimes it bubbles over and I have to write something to feel sane. He’s 78 now, and was mid 20’s when I first saw and heard him and he knocked me for six. You would think that by now I’d have shaken him off. But he won’t go. Thank you for reading, I wasn’t sure anyone would. Your comment is very much appreciated. sue.
Such people belong to the moods of personal history, helping to form us and keep us being who we are, give extra context and continuity. Daydreaming is an underrated aid too, in helping each person’s Life’s long journey be more bearable, even enjoyable?