MY SECOND FALLING

Excruciating time of torture, as i try to find the cause .

seeking in me any stains to blame for our failures ,yet at the chunning bell of the clock

the rosy petals fell , like a smooth brush kiss on my chicks, the tickle in my tummy

behold your presence, a fragnant of love.

so dear to me ,

you smiled standing there by my very side.

i recall a few days later ,the early hours of dawn when the chunning bell of the clock rang ,and i in childish glee

ran towards the promising bloom of our anticipated dreams ,expecting you in time to depart.

though time passed ,with i in the sentencing silence that marked our very end, i awaited with hope.

though the sun rose with the light exposing our trail of both love and deciet .

Deep with the blame i sank fading further and further away from the sanctuary of our love.

Though in love defeated, here i stand with a new restored courage

knowing what my soul seeks .

knowing that at the chunning bell of the clock, as the rosy petals fall

what my heart desires is love

love, Oh! so infectiously bourne ,

in eyes so luminous with promise.

tis from those i saw my heart

tis truelly her ,one whom i call LOVE !!!!!!! .