SECRET PATH

A fictional love poem inspired by the photograph.

It seems so very long ago
Before you lay beneath the snow
There still and cold...no life within
Not long before the day would end

I 'oft recall the secret path
We called our own...where we could laugh
And selfish then forget all else
As only we could love ourselves

Your kiss so sweet...I feel it now
And ever hear your voice somehow
Which calls to me in whispered prayer
Oh come my love and take me there

I am beguiled by lover's whim
And breath of sacred seraphim
To be forever held at last
Within your arms...as in the past
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Reviews

[Hatchling]

What a beautiful poem Miss. Sharon.

[Miss Sharon]

I thank you from the bottom of my heart! ~Sharon

[Hatchling]

You're welcome ~ Hatchling

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a sad piece, so much longing, but such good memories to hold forever----

j.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you for the kine review Jacob. Fortunately this is just the muse and not a real life experience.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am glad it is just the muse...most of what i write is the same...although i imagine some autobiographical is involved, but usually from the past...

i really like the pic. too.

[Miss Sharon]

I too love this photo and it is what inspired the poem. Have a good weekend my friend. ~SP