Dreaming Of Eve
If I only looked as young as I feel;
I could truly start all over again;
the world around me seems surreal;
I’m ready for a new love to begin.
But, I’ve become just like wallpaper;
watching each life pass me by;
now, more in touch with my maker;
even my joy makes me cry.
Tho I‘ve assumed the mantle of a poet;
my heart is ablaze with love’s desire;
tho my new love shall never know it;
thoughts of her; lift me much higher.
Tho I’m satisfied by God’s saving grace;
her very presence makes me shiver;
I feel love and envy when I see her face;
I can only look away and quiver.
When I was young; we called it a crush;
for youth doesn’t know any better;
now, that I’m old; in her presence, I blush;
as tho wearing a tight-fitting sweater.
I’ve come to realize; we’ve been here before;
each time; we played a different role;
perhaps there’s a lifetime; she loved me more;
our hearts; a part of the very same soul.
I’m too old to be loved; but still can dream;
nothing’s impossible for those who believe;
we both flowed life’s river downstream;
maybe I was her Adam; and she; my Eve.
Monty 3/15/24. # 2.047