With Zeal I sought the Camelot
Quixote like it seems
My heart unfurled, as senses whirled
A world alit with dreams
Her kiss inspired, my senses fired
The dream became a form
The shape of she, it is for me
Quintessence soft and warm
I thought I’d found a love profound
A soulmate to adore
But boundaries formed – and I forlorn
Pressed in, and pressed some more
I did not want a nonchalant
I dreamed in ‘future tense’
The zealots find, heart swept and blind
Is: I’m a fool, with little sense.
I love her face, her wit and grace
Though ‘flawless’, she is not
Sometimes ‘embrace’ needs be more space
But hear her – I did not
2 thoughts on “Quintessence (a love poem)”
No words to leave in this comment section that can even come close to describing your words here. I’ll try with a feeble….Wow.
Thank you. I found the caring, latent within me, sprung to the surface as I got out of its’ way. Plus the gal it is for… also a “Wow” and by no means a feeble one.