The Gift (At long last)



A musical composition,
Moving of heart and soul,
The sound of a touch,
The taste and scent of the intangible.

Adagio Sostenuto...your sweet voice,
Una Corda...your beautiful laughter,
Crescendo...your soul touching mine,
Diminueto...waiting to touch you again.

Sweet tears,
A sigh in the dark,
A whisper of insistent pleasure,
A silence of knowing.

Happiness from sorrow,
Wiping soft notes from my face,
Taste them with your lips,
Ease them with your soul.

The musical creation is Connie,
The composer, her life,
Gods simple plan,
An angel to teach us all.

Fools will be blinded when they look at her,
Evil will know fear when she looks e'er its way,
The darkness will recede when she speaks,
For fear that she may sing.

She lends credence to lore from days away,
Sirens of the Sea...fishermen belay,
"A beauty we see in form and sound",
Their expressions say, washed aground.

Only beacuse,
Part is true,
A beauty they saw,
From out of the Blue.

But Evil was not seen,
Only watched in worry,
Then twisted the tale,
Into lore in a hurry.

The truth that I tell,
Is tried and true,
One glimps in her Soul,
And you will know too.

Her song was sung,
Out of the Blue,
Her heart crying out,
Don't give up on you.

Towards the rocks of destruction,
WAS my pointed way,
Til my heart opened up,
To the words she would say.

"Away from THAT course,
I'm not sure of the way,
But you're not alone,
A pathway WE'LL pave."

"Regardless of Evil,
a way does exist,
Together we'll find,
Alone what was missed.

So the simple fact that I tell,
Carry with you to the end,
Beauty in song,
She's this composers best friend.




Connie,

Happy Valentine's Day. I don't usually post annihilate my poetry this way, but I wanted to explain why this took so long.

To me, Valentine's Day is for gifts above and beyond what should be normal occurrences of expression. I wanted this poem to be appropriate for the occasion. To embody YOU in mere words would take more time than anyone has in a single lifetime and I had to stop fussing with it or it wouldn't be a gift, would it. :-)

After re-reading it�again�I realized that, if all works out well, this will be the perfect Valentine's Day gift. I laughed�and cried while writing this poem because while trying to write you into words, I relived so many moments that we have shared.

If ever I need a refresher on memories, I will have but to read these lines and it will all come flooding back. Each word has embedded in it a memory or two that was its inspiration. This is the gift to me. My intended gift to you is that you see your beauty through the mirror of my eyes.

With Love, Hearts, Gentle kisses on your brow and a confirming touch of you here with me, I remain now and evermore,

Eric-

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