How often I ponder this mystery:
From the shore, he chose one grain of sand,
Could he feel a precious pearl forming
As he held me tightly in his hand?
With excitement my heart was pounding,
Like the waves that crash upon the shore,
And the ancient moon would bear witness
To love it had never seen before
For each other's love, how we thirsted!
Like two streams that long to be a sea,
Without fear, my heart yielded to him
All the dreams that lay dormant in me
How well I recall the love he brought,
Satisfying my body and my soul,
For him I wrote my verses of love,
Borrowing phrases from Heaven's scroll
Love like his comes along only once,
A rare flower that will not share its seed,
Rich in fragrance, unequalled in beauty,
Gratifying every sensual need
But Life and Death had made a wager
And they gambled most impulsively,
My beloved, the prize..... Death, the victor,
Without pity, he was taken from me
Never could there be another man
To take his place, though my eyes are dim
With tears of unending loneliness,
Forever, I will love only him!
Pondering with this mystery is very amazing definitely. Recalling the love is brought up here with nice sense. Interesting sharing...10
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A beautiful tribute to, without doubt, a very special man in your life. Doubtful that anyone would write so lovingly about me when I've gone, even if they could. Ha ha. reading this would certainly make him proud. Well done Lora.