Take a cloak-and-dagger tour,
thru the window panes of my soul.
Did you witness the slithery shadows,
of mystifying loves’ nightly show?
Spirits flowing in subdued light,
dancing with rhythmic harmony.
To a melody of an undying love,
entreating the viewer to be seen.
Letters exposed by a blue moon light,
line the theater floor to reveal my heart.
See your name standing on center stage;
will curtains’ last call be the final night?
Empty stages are filled to capacity nightly,
with humanity’s life-like Romeo’s and Juliet’s.
No sword or poison for stage prop property,
their hands never take ownership or possess.
Like Romeo and Juliet I found the love of my life,
they tragically ended love with poison and knife.
I live daily with the memory of loving someone,
and close my curtain eyelids to replay act one.
My past reopens from night to night,
to a persistent hearts’ one lone request.
To reenact the opening act again tonight,
an encore this playwright will always insist.
God creates all of us in life to truly love one,
“First Love” ending its run when it just begun.
My heart remembers our awkward words that day,
repeating my lines believing love wrote the play.
“There is a passion that unites our souls.”
“There is a oneness that only two can know.”
“With you I see my loves’ personal creation.”
“See my loving heart today in your reflection.”
To my hearts applause it’s "Loves’ Final Act,"
Stand under the moonbeam for our light.
The world below us is absent from sight,
Rehearse together in hand this final draft.
“Taste the dew on your glistened lips tonight.”
“Gods’ personal creation placed in my hand.”
“A taste of honey reveals a heavenly sight.”
“My heart beats in time with an angelic band.”