Love Content. Poem by Ray Moore

How often do l sit awhile, drown in your eyes,
infectious smile
How often lay, on stormy night, and stroke your
face, say 'its alright',
How often recall long years when, l was just
twelve, and you were ten.

Those early years, bless every hour, you wore a
beauty, like a flower
For when l saw you, that first time, your eyes
held look, as old as time,
A look that questions, delves, unsung, can such
love dwell, in one so young.

Recall then too, those distant hours, we skipped
in meadows, filled with flowers
We gambolled, swished our hands through weeds,
released a million gossamer seeds,
Picked cowslips, and in move so bold, bestowed on
you a crown of gold.

Then later yet, but still in teens, when hot blood
storms through bodies genes
We'd reach to slake full natures needs, among
that million gossamer seeds,
And lay awhile, on clouds that drift, then yet
again, indulge in bliss.

Theres been much laughter, through the years, tho
too, the moments, brief in tears
Life's hurdles still, can cause us pain, but love
still triumph yet again,
For life's highway, still beckons strong, we still
hold hands, and travel on.

Now yet again, l sit awhile, beguiled by love, and
your sweet smile
We still reach out, to natures cry's, of soft warm
lips, yet welcome thighs,
Use no excuse, to reach, caress, engulfed in all
your tenderness
My thoughts will often stray back when, l was just
twelve, and you were ten.