Should I write down a song of fervent love,
Perhaps consult some dusty catalog
With names of those whom I had held above
The merits of a banter’s dialogue?
The one, who one day entered my domain,
Was sudden spring in pure sonata form;
My virtuoso she would then remain
To play our souls’ Appassionata storm.
When perfect love ennobles mind and heart,
It cannot ever be confused with lust;
Our bond may break, for death must do his part
To cast aside our lifetime’s ring of trust
And strip us of our caring mortal shell—
But we have lived in love—and we loved well.
© 2016 Jerry Kemp