To Have and to Hold
A poem
A poem
Thoughts of you embrace me
like the warmth of the morning sun.
Anticipation awakens hidden fibers in
a tapestry of love, woven with years,
and my eyes glance back to yesterdays,
dark mirrors that reflect the light within.
Seeds of thoughts grow into wisdom’s tendrils,
as, upon the breeze, whispering so gently,
a love story unfolds.
Shared memories, each a petal
holding laughter and tears,
as time imprints the soil,
like a gentle sculptor,
carving lines within lines
in mosaics of shared joy
and whispered secrets.
With those echoed notes,
each chord is in harmony,
ordinary moments of mundane magic
that are shared glances
and silent understanding.
Evolving shadows on a sunlit path
are not a farewell but a celebration,
where we become the authors
of our shared journey.
A witness to our nights holds the stories
of whispered confessions, and dreams shared.
In the quiet of confidences,
we find solace in a waxing moon
that wanes, but never truly fades.