Ode to Her

The fruits loins I would not know

 

 

Fruits of loins I might never know

had we never loved so sweet

When we did plant seeds of desire

little chancing we might meet

 

Holding my breath as I jumped

chancing all on a single toss

Leaped the very bonds of Earth

trying for the worlds I would cross

 

But God did see my grasp inflated

as he pulled me back to Earth

Saying of my tenacity

"you have overstepped your worth"

 

Filled with confidence I did go

not caring what he had said

For I would listen to no one

as I had no fear nor dread

 

Now holding to that grasp of faith

it's for you I shed my tears

Knowing you alone were worthy

of loving all of my years

 

Author's Note

A dream that once was an obsession! The only one that got away.

Reviews

[Austin Smith]

*Claps, then reads the poem again, and claps even more* Tate, this poem has proven to me, once and for all, that you are a poet by nature.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a good poem. I liked it. Thanks for sharing.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

What an inspiration Tate!? I swear...one day your pen will give birth.
Your words have moved me.