No Down Side
not about making things up,
it’s making things work.
If love made as much
as the time I spend writing,
I’d no time to write.
Love is beautiful,
when all else is not. Love is
all when from the heart.
The weekend’s begun with a cloudy start.
My love is away, I alone with my art.
The evening will come and laughter we’ll share.
Our time we’ve created with passion and care.
Time’s the space between events.
Events made from cause and effect.
Effects felt when closing space,
causing events to speed up the space.
Much like life, love and lust,
the time comes and in we’re thrust.
The future is and the past was,
effecting all, just because.
A night alone but I’m not blue.
Another day and I’ll be with you.
Now I’ve time to ponder and appreciate,
our time together since our first date.
A cup of coffee in a winter chill,
I was greeted with warmth, remembered still.
Seasons have past and love’s grown for you.
Our autumn awaits, never again blue.
Daily poetry’s flowing free.
It’s the thought of you and me.
A dream come true, I couldn’t foresee.
She’s a vision of loveliness if ever there be.
This wonderful surge came surprisingly,
though an end will come to this writing spree.
But my love will keep, I hope you see.
The only limit is my longevity.
Though our timing maybe late.
Our meeting feels like fate.
Now together we have found,
the future we are bound.
The rhythm of our ways,
sure to brighten our days.
And cheek to cheek every night,
we’ll slow dance into our twilight.
When I close my eyes and my mind rests free,
I see my love smiling back at me.
I feel her touch and hear her soothing voice.
Now to sleep or dream is my nightly choice.