Doubts and second guesses,
come and blur the senses.
We can’t predict,
the future we cannot see.
Any path is full of heartbreak,
but also unmeasurable blessings.
Photo by: Chad Madden
Gentle drops of sweet memories
come pouring down my opened eye.
My heart disarms as melting ice,
“It is love”, says a whisper in my ear,
but your touch I might not feel so near.
Yet, your kiss in my lips left a smear,
for your love in my heart left a seal.
Your words of love still linger in my soul,
and your heart I call my own.
At times tears blur the sweet memories,
and my heart sinks inside our reveries.
Within the wind I hear your voice,
through the waves I sense your embrace,
for your love I made a choice,
to allow the waves our hearts enlace.