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| Category - Love/Romance | | A Poem from the The Poet and His Thoughts Collection | | The Heartbeat of One Drum - Viewed 436 Times | David Devaney
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September 01, 2003 |
I’ve searched and searched most all my life
for one to stand beside.
A heart to share my fantasy
in whom I could confide.
A friend, a lover, confidante
who’d take my hand in theirs.
And love me for just what I am,
someone who always cares.
We’d talk a bit and laugh a lot
and wander hand in hand.
Through our dreams and ecstasies,
she would beside me stand.
We’d know that passion was for real,
yet love was so much more.
An inspiration she would be
for loneliness a cure.
We’d walk together side by side,
yet independent be.
Understand that we’re unique,
with needs for living free.
I’d hold her in my arms so tight,
we’d both blend into one.
Joined as friends and lovers too,
before each day was done.
Commingled beings in our thoughts,
our passions and our dreams.
By mystical agreement,
we’d plan our lover’s schemes.
We’d know of God and nature pure,
and talk with both a bit.
Touch the clouds and ride the stars,
like gloves our lives would fit.
Her beauty would be recognized
and all the world would know.
Kindness, friendship and respect,
would from her constant flow.
Lovers we would always be,
in many different ways.
Our hearts and prayers and intellects
would intersect our days.
Facing many challenges,
in life that daily come.
Together we would resonate
the heartbeat of one drum.
I’d know to share her talents pure
with those who were in need.
Not possessing who she is
our love would plant the seed.
Of happiness for all the world,
who touched upon our day.
For loving her would too reveal
great treasures on display.
Yet still I search and search this world
for one to love with me.
To touch the earth, the sea, the sky,
our love would set us free.
I’ve called to her ten thousand times,
then turned and ran in fear.
Yet once again as life does wane,
I seek to draw her near.
So if you hear and feel my cry
and understand my ilk.
Come let us truly lovers be,
a weave of finest silk.
Interwoven in our thoughts,
so soft yet colorful.
Together we will here become
an ever perfect jewel. | | © 2003 David Devaney |
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