Most Beloved Visits





        May I hold your hand?
        A beautiful smile lit her face.
It sang a song unto me.
And the light could not shine brighter,
for her sweetness was plain to see.

        Oh, how I remember the first time we met.
        Each gazing upon the other. Eyes meet. Look away.
Together, wind and water show their power,
while whispering it's anticipation and
catering the potentials for seemingly endless hours.

        Then, a carriage awaits for the grand show.
        The perfect drama unconsciously unfolding.
A dark operatic atmosphere permeates the air
adding yet more excitement to my thundering veins,
because beside me is life's most fair.

        Somewhat later the bell begins to toll.
        The steed ready to whisk me away.
Yet, she stills us both with an upraised hand
and pulled me from the heights to bequeath a divine kiss.
And I was off, gone away from those Beulah lands.

        But before I relinquished my stay in heaven,
        I promised her one small thing.
If she would allow one more visit(upon her command),
then I shall of course be happy to oblige,
for her love is what makes me a man.