This Thing

Form: Italian Sestet

This thing began within those beautiful dreams
when seeds of thought are planted in the mind
within subconsciousness desires came to play.
To love and to be loved, too often seems,
the status quo we want but cannot find
when all we need to hear, sweet words each day.
Those words that made our lives a better place
when standing side by side beneath the sky
three simple words, should we ever forget
To see the smile upon a loved one's face
reflect the sparkle in a loving eye
the heart's succour when darkest times so threat.
Who told that joy is found in passion's kiss,
before we lovers could just catch the air
amid the rapid beating of the heart.
For love can see delight within our tryst
when under starlight we took time to care;
in that moment our love became an art
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©JGFarmer2017

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