My ‘Other’ Love

I met her many years ago; her heart looked through my Soul

and even one simple caress made me feel more whole.

Her warmest touch held sweet love that was unbounding;

her gentle strength a thing that truly was resounding.

She held my heart, a warm embrace; tears ran free from me;

I became what really was the most that I could ever be.

Along the way I left her as l wandered from the way

but somehow way back in my mind I always rued the day,

I left behind the only one who knew my path to take

and how I should live my life; the changes I could make.

I know that she is out there, gently waiting for my love;

I can walk again beside her as l would fly beside a dove.

While she may not have a body her Spirit is so strong

that there beside her, hand in hand, is where I do belong.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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