True Love

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True Love

Memories etched in love never fade,
Growing in strength each passing day.
Kind passage of times caressed,
Known deeply entrenched.
When cared for kindness
Emerged the heart of love.
Mine does weep for her
Once shared of what I speak of.
Times keep presenting themselves
Of when she would fall asleep
Angelically on the sofa, late in the night.
I would lift her in my arms
To carry her into the bedroom,
Trying with all my might to be gentle,
Laying her as softly as I could
On the bed so she would not wake.
Without success sometimes;
I hope felt my loves attempt.
I'd cover her to tuck her in,
Kiss her forehead,
Wishing a soothing rest.
I often went back to the living room,
While she slept alone so close
I could feel her warmth in my heart,
And taste even her sweet breath
With thought of her in the next room.
Even her sweet breath
Had the power of Sampson hair to me.
I'd dream of her as she slept;
Her warm kind beauty resting
In my single, lumpy bed.
Myself so blessed;
Such amazing beauty close to me.
When the night passed late
I'd turn off the lights, and lock the door.
Go lay with her on that small bed too;
Gently slipping under the sheets
To not disturb her silent sleep.
Placing my arm around her waist,
To hold her close in that little place.
In turn I closed my eyes,
To continue my dream of her times.
The countless things that she had nurtured;
Loving kindness poised into my life.
Delight was her close warmth,
That sweet aroma, and her soft touch.
When light filled the small room where we slept,
I would wake to find, as I always did,
She had risen earlier, she had gone,
Slipping from under the sheets.
Unaware in my slumber
She was gone until next,
The time we would meet again.
As rolling waves flow upon the shore,
My heart longs to hold her close,
Capturing love's eternal score.