Memoirs Of Love

Some would say, that I’ve lived a full life;
experiencing all the love, that is there;
others might point out the sorrows and strife;
while division and hate seem everywhere.

Physical life is a pilgrimage; dictated, above;
roses growing in the Master’s garden;
preparing life’s seed for the kingdom of love;
where love never requires a pardon.

We began as a babe, in a mother’s embrace;
nurtured and nursed every day;
feeling the warmth and love of that place;
forever, we thought we’d stay.

All too soon, we left the safety of a mother’s arms;
suddenly a new kingdom, became unfurled;
seeking to match our mother’s nurturing charms;
we became exposed to a dangerous world.

We faced the challenges of new temptations;
young eagles, testing their wings;
then enduring the conflicts and confrontations;
children; learning to become kings.

I was drawn to find somebody to love;
hoping that they would love me;
seeking some omen from God, above;
not imagining who it would be.

Energies of love morphed into physicality;
my lost loves; all led me to grieve;
physical love was the illusion of reality;
was one of my lost loves, Eve?

Monty 7/20/24. # 2,228