Ephemeral Joy, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Perugini Charles Edward -Ephemeral_joy (nd)Ephemeral Joy, Charles Edward Perugini (nd)

Ephemeral Joy, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Tell me, what words from my love do you bring?
Does he sing of me as I do of he?
O my heart does quicken when he does sing,
I pray that he shall come soonest to me.

Please stay while I wait for his arrival,
For my heart goes still if he is not near.
Our secret, do I have any rival?
That being this tender heart’s biggest fear.

Thinking of love keeps my mind so busy,
Often everyday chores never get done,
Simmering this heart shall not be my plea,
Instead be my wish this love to burgeon.

The power of love when two hearts collide,
A feeling no great’r to carry inside.

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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