Drifting Slowly - Poem by Kenneth Davis
Drifting Slowly by Kenny Davis
You say that you want to take it slow
The thing is, I have already caught feelings for you
It is impossible to drift any slower
For when I am with you, it is as if time stands still
Truth be told, I would rather drift slower with you
That way every moment with you would last a lifetime
A true fantasy in my heart cherished to last
Drifting any slower would have us going backwards.
In a sense, carrying me through all of those moments,
To all of those boundless moments you made special for me.
Slow enough to recapture again, to relive again
Sending us on a ride to enjoy this romantic spin again.
Jumping in this pool of the endlessly cool water of these love and life filled rifts again.
Taking it slow, I cherish the thought
All of the make ups, and make loves, and all of the times we fought.
Never thinking that possessed the love I had sought after
Years of searching I knew that the essence of you had me caught
Though this cosmic ride, is hard to describe
Time spent with you is giving me the precious breaths of life
But the pain of waiting is killing me, I’m dying inside
Wondering why you’re pushing me back when you have this love and heart of mine
Questioning if the strength of my love for you can shift the very fabric of space and time.
Shall I compare my slow making love to a blossoming flower
With every petal that falls with time, my love for you grows with every hour
This poem, being a monument of love for you, like that of the leaning tower
Like a storm steadily brewing in my heart, allow the rain of my love for you shower
To drift slowly like a dream with you is a moment in time that for the world I wouldn’t miss.
For every moment with you is one of happiness, one of bliss, one that is truly timeless in itself.
© May 2011 K.Davis
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