A Taste Of Your Love Poem by SPC Kellaway

A bright summer morning greets me with a shower of light
I watch you sleeping, breathing softly, lost in your dreams
I long to capture the moment in a locket close to my heart

The sun warm on my back, I sit by the window, as in homage
worshipping your beauty, your magic, your essence, your spirit
and in that frozen moment in time, I know I will always love you

The curtains moving slightly in a gentle breeze of overwhelming silence
I quietly pray, asking that this scene could last an eternity of seasons
like an old Master’s canvas, etched on the ceiling of my existence

You turn and move, not waking from your untroubled consciousness
I am smothered by the need to hold you close, to confirm your reality,
but constrained by the splendour of the picture, I freeze and wait

Comforted by my immeasurable devotion and everlasting adoration,
knowing that within minutes you will wake, and grasp the day;
and once more I will live again, fulfilled by the taste of your love