I Feel Her Love

Tho I’ve grown old; my soul is on fire;
for my body is merely an empty shell;
energized and warmed, by love’s desire;
I find it amazing my love cannot tell.

When writing of love; she’s on my mind;
although she’ll, likely, never know it;
for I must leave incredible beauty behind;
if she felt my love; she’d not show it.

I see the flames of her soul’s desire;
radiating from her beautiful eyes;
merely her glance sets my heart afire;
filled with excitement and surprise.

I can feel her love; and a hint of romance;
emanating from her very being;
imagining her, wrapped with me, in dance;
an image, she wasn’t seeing.

For we were more than a few years apart;
she was Springtime; and I was Winter;
although I felt we shared the same heart;
only a fool would ask her to dinner.

Many are the times; she is on my mind;
I cannot erase her lovely image;
she has wisdom; and is loving and kind;
a picture of Perfection’s lineage.

I feel her love reaching out to me;
her soul in wonderous captivation;
such miracles are never meant to be;
her love is just my imagination.

Monty 2/19/24. # 2,012