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Revealing Ourselves
I never knew
this much love was inside me
to give
I never thought of
Mark Anthony and Cleopatra's
doomed love
our doomed
true love immersed within
political subterfuge
our end
I was strong and unafraid
you were beautiful, strong and unafraid
we thought we owned the world
and we did
part of it at least
was it our passion which clouded
our eyes
that outside forces . . .
the Parthian Empire
would not stop their plans
to enslave us
while we savored each other's delights
ahhh . . .
my love for you
is as passionate as it was back then
fate is like the roiling sea
it announces itself when storm winds blow
by the intensity of its waves
washing ashore
likewise Satan is announcing
His arrival
to do mischief to you
so! here we are
we meet again, and my love
I am here for you
seldom we are chanced to meet
still . . . we shall not repeat
the doomed
end for Mark Anthony and Cleopatra
we were fools back then
so take this Roman's love for what it is
I'm called Touch
now . . .
and by no other name
we have secrets, my sweet
you know mine
I know yours
İMay 12, 2005 / Jerry Pat Bolton
this much love was inside me
to give
I never thought of
Mark Anthony and Cleopatra's
doomed love
our doomed
true love immersed within
political subterfuge
our end
I was strong and unafraid
you were beautiful, strong and unafraid
we thought we owned the world
and we did
part of it at least
was it our passion which clouded
our eyes
that outside forces . . .
the Parthian Empire
would not stop their plans
to enslave us
while we savored each other's delights
ahhh . . .
my love for you
is as passionate as it was back then
fate is like the roiling sea
it announces itself when storm winds blow
by the intensity of its waves
washing ashore
likewise Satan is announcing
His arrival
to do mischief to you
so! here we are
we meet again, and my love
I am here for you
seldom we are chanced to meet
still . . . we shall not repeat
the doomed
end for Mark Anthony and Cleopatra
we were fools back then
so take this Roman's love for what it is
I'm called Touch
now . . .
and by no other name
we have secrets, my sweet
you know mine
I know yours
İMay 12, 2005 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Published 16th Mar 2017
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16th Mar 2017 4:38pm
Thank you, Sweet Amelia for your stirring thoughts concerning my poem, I very much appreciate it.
17th Mar 2017 00:01am
This is very intriguing, Jerry. I enjoyed the historical reference and ambiguity.
The world is jealous of Love and seeks to destroy it. Sometimes it takes more than one lesson (and lifetime) to learn to rise above.
The world is jealous of Love and seeks to destroy it. Sometimes it takes more than one lesson (and lifetime) to learn to rise above.
17th Mar 2017 00:35am
Ah, and it seems it does it share of destroying love. Not a very large percentage make it to the end still holding on so anything which even resembles love. Eh, still we do keep on trying, do we not? Thanks for your thoughts on the subject of my poem tonight.
