I Aspire. Poem by Wade Harlaine

I aspire to a love that will last
filled with honour and passion from a time long past.
I aspire to an insatiable lust
Wonderful in beauty, built out of loyalty and trust.
I aspire to fairytale romance
pure and intense like a long courtship dance.
I aspire to a love filled desire
Burning relentlessly in our hearts an organ of fire.
I aspire to a reciprocal advance
Not born out of greed for monetary meal chance.
I aspire to a triumph of the heart
A love so indefatigable even in death we don’t part.
I aspire but know this love to be unquestionably true
For my soul sang its song the day it met you.