Let It Be, Forever More

A love poem

I see you and I in time. I see what may still be.

I hear silence. Stillness.

I hear still, what your eyes tell me.

I smell roses, and such, oh the fragrance of love, things words cannot explain.

I smell your hair, your skin; caressing you, caressing me.

I taste you, but not in contact.

I taste you in my mind.

I touch hands, not mine, but I shall hold them for eternity.

I touch something forever.

I feel elevated, ecstasy, God let this be.

At a crossroad someplace, somewhere.

Crisp, the air nips our faces. Our hearts, warm, swathed with each breath.

The sun lifts a tired finger upon your face.

I see you and I in time.

No, it can’t be, it will never be — or perhaps it is what may still be.

Let it be then, forever more.