The love of his life
Born in the mountains
He lives on the plain
Baked by summer sun
Frozen by winter rain
And she wonders why
Her man stays the same
He saw many chances
Come his way and go
And those opportunities
That passed by his door
He never rued the miss
He never wanted more
His love always constant
And all that she had sought
He loves her so strongly
In her his life was wrought
He holds her as a treasure
Beyond time, beyond thought
And she is all his life
Morning, noon and night
Dreaming and on waking
In all peace and in all strife
In all of his life’s travels
She is beacon and his guide
Dolan Fernandes
2008
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Gentle..
A really gentle piece on love Dolan. ..I liked the progression in this and especially the meter.
Debs
Thank you
Debs,
I'm glad you liked it. It's something I took some time on and I'm glad it turned out right.
Dolan
awesome
somewhere it touched my heart..
Thank you
It's very nice of you to say so. I'm happy that this piece caught your eye and evoked a feeling.
Dolan
Beautiful Dolan
This shows what kind of man you are! I just love it.
She is one lucky gal!
Linda
Thats awfully nice
Linda,
I'm really pleased you liked this poem. As to what I appear to be to those who read my works, I try hard to live up to what they expect me to be.
Dolan
Dolan
this is really nice, very sweet. raskin
Thank you Raskin
Raskin,
Thank you for commenting. I read this poem a few times before I decided to post it. I'm glad I did.
Always nice to hear from you,
Dolan
Lovely, Dolan!
what a true devotion!... i love this line,
In all of his life’s travels
She is beacon and his guide!
claire
Thank you
Claire,
The more I read this poem I see that it is essentially a basic one. What it is about though, is universal
Thank you for reading and commenting
Dolan