Love, Heart Felt

We would let not distance be the wan barrier
To what was and is friendship at it’s best
You now have found a life that soothes you
Though not what we wished but would do

With kilometres counting in thousands
Turning what was once a space to gulf
And letting fondness consigned to absence
Still what time we had stays vivid and real

The dance by tree branches as songs by birds
The shines of stars as nightly moonlighting
Sounds of music as beats of rains on roofs
Still stirs as lead my memories to your bossom

I refresh listening to your past soothing chats
When troubles steer me to deep dark waters
Musing about you is my shades  as sun bakes
Like tenseness be gone with you on my mind

Thank you to have stayed the vivacious flame
When a river was directed to quench your fire;
Kept your glow as fervent; retained your trust
As stayed angelic as true years upon seasons

Your love, care and willingness unbowed by
The meanest, grimness and wickedness that
Could be damaging to purest of loveliest soul
Yet like the redeemer lingered to the terminus

How you maintained that in the face of greed
Of treachery, schemes, abandonment where
You knew you had options lined like rivers of
Carnivores waiting in the wings still a mystery

You are a relic that love truly can be durable
That a love rooted in firm foundation though
Dragged to hades bottomless pit: no vile, no
Greed, beast, brute, illness or death can touch

You are sunshine cast after rains and erosion
Spark agent of lift and delight after distress
The museum of memories sweet and dear as
My disk-jockey to love sweet songs evergreen

Age and time have opened my eyes since shut
Combinations redefining love meanings to me
Refocusing on so many things never noticed
Your loving; sweet, honest may seem wasted;

May give appearance that your loss’ another’s
Gains who truly now reaps from your tutorials:
Not true because your chamber in my heart
Never closed: For love is beyond before or now

Love as true is spiritual, emotional as physical
True love does not reside in a season as spell
True love travails heaven as it’d through hell
Thanks is to you, I know now, taste of rapture.

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