Through Maritime Miles 6, A Love Story Poem by Bryan Norton

O Lori, my lady, my darling divine
My vision of beauty, my radiant shine
More precious to me than the tulips you bring
That bloom in the sips of the drips in your Spring

Your lips are the dells of the wells that I drink
The pink in the blues of the bells in my sink
The sweet summer smells in the fragrance of rose
That rise in the swells of the scents in my nose

The freckles of night that are new on my lawn
Are speckles of light that are dew in the dawn
The glory above is the beam on your face
The story of love in the seam you replace

Your love is the season I savor in Fall
The very same reason I favor them all
The glow of the moon and the gleam of the sun
Is how you will know of the dream you have won

The bubble you burst is the best that I brought
The trouble you cursed is the quest that I sought
The man that you see is no true folly dodger
Perhaps you should call me a blue Jolly Roger

Your blame is the spark on the fuel of remiss
A flame in the dark of the duel of a kiss
The embers that glow in the schemes of your mind
Are ashes that blow on the dreams we designed

O Lori, my lady, my pleasure in life
Your love is the treasure I seek in a wife
Your trust is the measure of whether we last
A must in the tether of future and past

The taste of your cheek is no crime in a kiss
The waste of a week is the time that you miss
The bounty of beauty in what you reflect
Is worthy of duty in every respect

To 'bide in your glow is the day that you share
The kindness you show in the way that you care
The strength of my love is the wife I will give
The length of my love in the life I still live

The crime in our strife is the second you choose
To live in the past for the minute you lose
The lesson you learn is the loss of your pain
When love is the boss of the time that you gain

The sparks in your eyes are the flames you disguise
They flare in my face at the first of my lies
Your soft, gentle good is the grace I desire
A mantle of wood on the place of your fire

My beautiful woman and one I adore
I beg thee to take me and love me once more
My love and devotion are all I can give
But time is the truth in the way that I live.