Looking For My Beloved

Looking For My Beloved short poem

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Looking For My Beloved
Down the narrow and winding road of life
I went in search of my beloved
My heart throbbing, my heart aching
As the deer pants after the water brooks
So my love for her increases with
Accelerated momentum
The adrenalin in my body
Shooting in every direction
going a hundred miles per hour.
Who can experience so great a love and survive
Contain it I can no longer.
It must be expressed to she whom I love
Who I must hold in my arms
Like a mirage she slips away, elusive.
But I must take hold of her, the more we were
Separated, the more we were drawn to each other
attracted by our unchanging, undying love.
Being around, ever each other was all we ever thought about
Was all we ever wanted, ever lived for.
Drawn together by so great a love, no longer could it be denied
So with nuptial knots tied, marital vows exchanged
Our marriage bed became for us a place of eternal encounter.
I ceased looking for my beloved only when I found her.

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