I remember falling in love
When there was beauty in the world
A love shared by me and you
Which we thought would last
As long as the world kept turning
But we were in error
Because the love has
gone
And in our hearts
There is an empty
hollow
Pining for what was
lost
While in the shadows
Lay our discarded
dreams
Lost and lingering
In the gloom
Where the sun light’s ray
Cannot penetrate
And our love cannot be
revived
Walking hand in hand
Desire burned slow
And then a moonlight
kiss
Ignites passions glow
And Nerves tingle
In baited anticipation
But he holds his
roaring lust
In silence suppression
Though erotic thoughts
Bring Images of sin
And mouth-watering
joys
That would soon begin
There is a great beauty
And hers was revealed
As it unfurled before
me
Like the petals of a
flower
Opening to the sun’s
rays.
In a moment, embers,
Which had smouldered
unseen
Ignited into burning
fire
And that fire burned
for her
And amidst that passion
Was a flaming desire
To see the petals of
her
Own sweet flower
As yet unseen
In her wedding dress
His eyes watched as
the sun
Danced on the silver
thread.
The pattern was pure,
unadulterated
Like the precious
contents,
But that night his
eyes alighted
On the pattern of
another dress
One of shimmering silk
Whose pristine flimsiness
Stood momentarily
between
Him and his expectant
bride
I entered the musty library,
Of the once great
house
With its leather
upholstered chairs
And oak panelled
walls,
Instantly feeling at
home,
So I took a seat in a
chesterfield beside the fire
And in comfort I began
to read
But my chosen reading
was not
One of the myriad of
leather bound tomes
That filled the oak
shelves from floor to ceiling
Nor a rare first
edition, of which there were many,
I had my choice of all
the classics
With their gold
embossed titles
But my selection was a
collection of letters
Neatly tied in faded
red ribbons
And as I began to read
them
They took my breath
away
For each beautifully
hand written page
Was part of a
remarkable love story
About a most extraordinary
couple
Whose depth of love
was evident
In every eloquent
syllable.
As I read on, their
love affair
Was revealed to me as
a most exceptional love story
For this lovingly
devoted couple
Who billed and cooed
in copperplate
On every scented page
and shared their hearts love
In unguarded detail,
had never met
For they had begun to
write
In the innocence of
childhood
As pen pals, for a
project set by School
It was a chore that
had to be done
But it didn’t remain
burdensome
Yet even though they
had never met
Their love was evident, in fact it was palpable
In their intimate personnel correspondence
No that’s not what it was
Correspondence did not
in any form
Convey the true
meaning of their substance.
The tangibility was in
their Love letters
That’s the only way to say it
The flowery words of an affaire d’amour
Echoed in the calligraphy on every page
Each revealing billet doux
More affectionate, romantic and intimate
Than its passionate predecessor
They billed and cooed on every page
Each lovingly constructed sentence
Heavily laced with innuendo
And dripped with sensual longing,
Subtle yet explicit at the same time
Flavoured with delicious nuances
Flirtatious and lustful
Romantic and affectionate
A love of such perfect purity,
Not for its pureness of thought
But for the absence of any hope of physicality
For their love was
star-crossed
She was an invalid,
bed ridden
Stricken with polio as
a child
While he was a subject
of an enemy state
And because their two
nations were at war
She couldn’t go to him
even if her health permitted
And he was unable to go to her
For fear of capture and imprisonment
So they could never meet,
would never meet
And they were content
in that fact
For their love
transcended the physical
So they made love via
their sweet missives
A love that never
faded or faltered
In an affair lasting
more than forty years
Which only ended with
his death
The one and only
public acknowledgement
Of the lifelong love
affair, was in his will
When he expressed as
his dying wish
That her letters,
which were so precious
To him and cherished
during his life
Should be returned to his love
So that they at least should lie together
She was so broken
hearted at the news
That her cherished
lover had left the world
She died a week after
receiving them
And they could be
united at last
They only went to hear a swing band play
Then feet started to
tap and bodies began to sway
Then they smooch along
to “moonlight bay”
How many of us can say
That our hearts overflow
And we are truly happy
It’s akin to winning
the lotto
And I know all too
well
Because I hit the
jackpot
I had it all, until I
balked
At thoughts of tying
the knot
That’s why I now sit
alone
Sad and broken hearted
And living with the
regret
