Hoard neither love nor time! Stashed away, A year of love, night or day, Ain’t worth a dime!
Nor fritter either as ceremonies But as memories Lived of former moons and suns And all loved ones!
For time and love, if well-spent Are hell-bent On keeping you! They wait As one upon you!
Poet’s Note: The poem employs as its key metaphor the idea that time and love aren’t meant to be hoarded or stashed away in bank accounts the way money is, though money and bank accounts are not once mentioned! Love is time when time is love – the two are inseparable when one takes the time to love! The poem’s lesson is in the last verse.
YOU PROMISED You promised to walk with me all through life’s journey, are you sure you can manage when the path is pricky and wild. You promised to swim along with me in the ocean of life, are you sure
Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel
A year gone by & just a few days since we met Strong feelings and emotions surfaced With a willingness to connect Unsure if your body or your heart wants more You play the game, you chose to ignore Subtlety