It is with great pain I post this, but I guess I need to for myself

[The Straight Story]

A poem I wrote to my X in those early days when she loved me and I her. Before it all turned to hell because of this damned disease.

I remember you, that woman who loved me.

Beauty

Your Mouth
Your words are like a concerto
Rhythmic
Soothing
Moving

The sound of your voice
Like a morning dove
Touches me deeply
And awakens my soul

Your eyes
They show the light in you
The goodness
The love
Your soul

I stare into them
And see such love
And hope
And far too often
Pain

Your hair
Cascading over your shoulders
The light shining through it
Like sunset over the mountains
Beautiful

I touch your hair
Softness
Like you
The fresh smell of it
My eyes closed
Heaven

Your face
Pure
Sensual
Your expressions
Truly move me
Your smile
Touches me to my soul
And delights me
Like a child
The joy you bring me

Your body
It’s language talks me
Loves me
I adore you
All that you are shows
And I watch
I delight in you my Sweet

Watching your hands when you talk
I see a symphony conducted
The concert of your heart
Played out
Your body talks to me
And I see love

A living poem
I can write all day
All my life
And never finish
I see so much in you

When you smile at me
My soul weeps for joy
When you kiss me
And look into my eyes
I know true love
A taste of heaven

When my lips meet yours
I taste of wine no one on this earth could make
I long to hold you
Feel your head upon my chest
And all is right with the world
Fear is vanquished
Hope restored
And I have the strength
To go on

In the fires of my private hell
I find my thirst satisfied by your love
Every moment with you
Brings me closer to heaven
And the fires of my hell
Become the fires of passion
Of love

When we make love
I feel at peace
And I marvel at your passion
Your heart
Your love
And because I have known you
I know God exists
I know he has heard my prayers
And sent unto me
An Angel

A teenage boy I sat in my room
Lonely
And I prayed
For you
And the moment I saw you
My life was renewed
My faith restored
And I wept with shame
For ever doubting God

I see so much in you
That no singular word
Or poem
Can encompass my feelings
And so my love
I will write
As I have been
Of my love for you
And the joy you give me
Until Death ceases these hands

And even then
If you listen closely to the wind
You will hear my soul singing
And telling the trees I touch
Of my love for you

Christina
My love
My special woman
I love you

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. That is so beautiful, my dear Straight Story...

A great poem about love...

Thank you for sharing it with us...

:hug:

[The Straight Story]

2. Been a hard few days my friend

Harder than I have had to deal with in a long time.

Feeling kind of lost right now, and powerless I suppose.

Writing helps.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. Writing does help...

I'm so sorry, sweetie... :hug: