She was the first to say the words
three syllables that set my heart to flame
and soaring delight
the tender passion of word and deed
bringing warmth and unbridled ecstasy
all stolen moments and kisses
and lovemaking in secret
promises of ever love
she was the first to say the words
and I gladly took them in
and gave my own in hallowed tone
and the bright sparking enchantment
in the power of that purity
her snow-skin and azure eyes full beauty
shining soul from within as blazing beacon
and I was drawn in moments that stretched forever
to the benediction of her love
those words were the last she ever spoke
aloud to me
in that voice I still crave to hear
beside me on the pillows we once shared
with tangled limbs and the peace we found
held close in arms and serene repose
as my heart broke it took my mind
shattered like so much glass on the floor
of her loving betrayal
yet still, through tears and soul-drenched fear
I dream to hear again those words
from those perfect lips in her melodic tone
I wait forevermore


I still write verse for her every day
still put down those words of glowing love
but those scribbled lines are for her eyes only
so they are never seen or read or felt
by any other than me
and perhaps that is my legacy
the house, the goods, and those jotted notes
wherein I speak of love, and bliss, and devotion
and my heart weeps great tears for the one
who taught me the greatest love
and the greatest suffering
and if she wanders in, to see what will be hers
she will see the pictures on the wall
that I cannot take down