The Perplexed Feeling Of Being In Love Poem by Reginald Walker

The Perplexed Feeling Of Being In Love



Memories of yesterday often fly pass.
Her voice was very pleasing to my ear.
The elegance of her grace was incomparable
To any masterpiece that God ever made.
Because of her, I first experienced
The perplexed feeling of being in love.

On the trinity of our blessed union
Her voice would no longer be heard.
Death did not take away her elegance.
Quietly, God’s masterpiece lay in her grave.
In the solitude of my grief, I discover
The perplexed feeling of losing the one you love.

Once more I discover myself alone
Often longing to hold someone dear
To be intimately inserted in their essence
Vying for a fleeting moment of ecstasy.
Sometime, soon, that feeling will return
The perplexed feeling of making love.

Often, I try to comfort myself
Really, I am just trying to fool myself
Being alone is not all that bad
Except when late in the middle of the night
Something hits me like a steel pipe
The perplexed feeling of wanting to be loved.

At last, my God has sent to me another
Another angel to console my grieving eyes
Someone to make me forget the loneliness
Someone to bring happiness to my heart
Someone that I can experience it with
The perplexed feeling of being in love.

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