Forgotten Bud Of Love

We started like most new lovers do

on a journey of passion

Me...hoping it would last forever

Never dreaming it might end

 

Making love with one another

was magical, blissful.

Strong, yet sweet with tenderness

Such ecstasy and passion we shared

Like none I'd ever known

 

 

Romance novels didn’t compare to our story

You said I was your goddess, your life’s blood...

So right, we were

We seemed to be so in sync

our hearts beat as one in a passionate syncopated tune

I remember how we fit so perfectly

like two puzzle pieces

 

 

We met at an intimate café in Madera

a small quaint city in Italy

I was lazily sipping chinoto and eating pizza napolentana

I was so happy and excited - it was my first time abroad

 

 

You,on the other hand...

had lived there all your life

A true Italian uomo, "un uomo molto interessante”

which means, “He was a very interesting man”

 

I looked up and there you were...

sitting at a small table across the room

Your gaze met mine

as we smiled simultaneously at one another

We left together

I was feeling quite lightheaded from it all

To my surprise, you took me to meet your relations

a group of robust, happy, family members,

gathered together for a partito- which is Italian for party

It was kisses and flowers - we fell in love...

So I thought

But I was wrong, something happened

 

Then suddenly...

You were gone - into the arms of another

leaving me with a sad, forgotten bud of love…

of you and me

And...

Wishing you were standing where you used to be

~

By LadeeAnne~ anne p murray~ 2004

Author's Note

This is a re-write of a poem I wrote 8 yrs. ago