BALLADE OF LOST LOVE
Viewing into a tender heart arouses hopeful emotion
like unfurling the wings of a late summer’s butterfly.
An exquisite glance exudes an enticing tingling notion
which furthers an attraction to expand and intensify.
Surrounding each other as the hands manifest devotion
revealing the infinite need for expressive gestures.
The instinct of a culmination will excite to satisfy
the desires of the partner in harmony with Nature.
This auspicious moment transpires to marvel and mystifies
seizing timelessness as each kiss is a seductive potion.
Soon a twosome has been brought forth to endure
the trials of life while this divine story begins to unfold.
Walking the aisle in glory acclaiming Cupid’s angle to assure
the intertwining of their souls with words affectionately extolled.
Partnership has become a reality and their fragile destiny
lied in the celestial spheres of chance and uncertainty.
Nonetheless their first years they were impartibly allured
however overridden with impracticalities and diversity.
The fleeting memories of love at first sight are cherished
as the blooming hours gone by are the unforgettable entity.
The inner wish must be found and uttered never to perish
in the oblivion of the daily doldrums of a tedious routine.
Unknowingly insensitive to the situation at hand ruined serenity
while upheaving the comfort of solace and invited the unforeseen.
Neglecting the obvious necessity of maintaining the consistently
honest approach was a challenge which had to be taken seriously.
The hectically stressful syndrome warranted someone to intervene
and assist. Naively they still believed their love was unblemished.
After a fatal decade the bride found a fine offer to professionally supervene.
She knew intimately deep inside her faithful husband was stoic to replenish
the growing pains of their weary marriage which stood sadly between
this once inseparable pair as their goals became different as they turned old.
Now the man sits with his head in hand and his heart on a silver platter
for his monologue will follow as his dreamboat was docked and shattered.
“How I am dying for her sumptuous touch and her warming hugs.
Where are the fevers we felt and her incomparable tenderness?
As the chapel bells do toll I receive emptiness missing her snug
embrace and empty are my feelings without her gentle kiss.
Apart, alone for her, there is a place where only she resides.
It is her residence in my internal self, her precious abode
until the moon and sun refuse to shine deeply inside.
I constantly see her dazzling smile. It will always remind me of this
gleaming face and her voluptuous countenance and sweet caress.
All my unawareness of her lack of attention is my colossal regret.
Now I am submerged by depression sitting solitary in total distress.
I let her take her wing and my love did vanish as I was futilely remiss.”