The Woman I Love
There are many women that I love;
most of them won’t ever know;
their energies of life, come from above;
shared; to allow me to grow.
For each woman; I would have her back;
were she ever to become in need;
in spite of the fact; that, her love, I lack;
when she’s wounded; I still bleed.
I feel love’s energy as she enters a room;
it’s as tho she’s entered my heart;
heavenly thoughts transform to gloom;
as I realize we’re destined to part.
I feel her connection; deep in my soul;
deep in our past; perhaps we were one;
but, in the present; she has a new role;
another man’s love; she’d become.
In this time and place; I no longer fit in;
things are different; in so many ways;
preparing to leave; just as love begins;
disappointment morphs into malaise.
I’m just the relic, from reality’s past;
in the present; become a shadow;
nothing in this world is meant to last;
my future abides in a meadow.
I can no longer share thoughts of my love;
tho they be a treasure; greater than gold;
I’m destined to write; then return, above;
tho my heart is ablaze; my body is old.
Monty 2/5/24. # 1,975