A poem about thinking about a lost love and rekindling the flames. |
He stood on old battle grounds Where his love had been gained Where his loss was attained Where his life was changed He could see beyond any dream That someday their love would be real Each time it ended in bitter dispute But her love was something he could feel I’m compelled to find out again What our love could have been I searched for some peaceful meaning In my arms I want her to be leaning Never really figured her out I should try to learn all about The way her eyes send desire In flames of love’s burning fire For the times they spent life together They were two people like birds of a feather Not knowing for sure on what course they’re bound Not knowing on what lost island they’d be found Blinded by the light that wouldn’t let them see We found out how to block it out Bound by the vow that could never be Wants her back, that’s what love is about He found her smile next to the sun The brightest thing in his life He found it easy to stay than to run And understanding each other it had begun And things are stirring again A mixture in his heart called love Will hatred be remembered and remain? Or will it fly into the sky above? He found her hand next to his then he reach to touch She turned and looked and said ‘remember this’ Their eyes fixed on one another, she gave him a kiss Can that old magic come back again? Old memories are nice but has been Then he reached out to touch hoping, love again, will be such. |