Love Poems from My Past.

That Quaint Road

You who make diamonds more beautiful,
I saw the glitter of your footfalls.
On that quaint little road by chance,
I felt the fluorescence from its lit borders
And from the swaying rhythms of our gentle romance.

Now, I walk that quaint little road day by day,
Sometimes stopping at the quaint bar with the dimming lights
Where their champagne tastes so like your skin,
But intoxicates in lower degrees.

For whatever happens in your arms frees
My turned-up mind in a thousand ways
And wiping from your gentle face drops of sunlight
Is all to desire a hundred years from today,
Spiced with lots of our laughter and my dreamy nights.

So, now, the color of our essence solely remains as
My hazel brown crystals lost in your more splendid topaz -
These eyes only dream of beauty's form in tips,
Till you materialize, and, enchanting all that you see
Dish love in golden petals drunk by my silent lips
Setting alight all that should live in me.

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Old, Old memory this poem. Love, romance, the usual. It's the remix of a poem I wrote a long, long time ago that got published somewhere. It's certainly over ten years old now. I set out looking for something else and found this cute poem somewhere amongst my relics.

Everything now makes sense. It was for this one person that I wrote all those years. And now I am blessed to see her everyday.