A Poetic Journey of Love and Honor :: English Literature Essays

A Poetic Journey of Love and Honor A Trilogy of Love From the moment we met in previous(predicate) rise, as she stepped out of her car and threw her hair back, I knew I was in love. Her long dark hair, her beautiful smilewhen she says hi, Im faint for a while. While gazing into her soft beautiful eyes as she spoke, I couldnt help but nonice her laugh that accompanied that mystifying beauty. Her laughter echos, the silence awakesher beauty abound.. just makes my heart ache.. She told me she was from the mountains in Kentucky and how much she loved and wanted to return some day. She comes from the mountains, A place she calls homeThis place she loves, where shes not alone I knew this was a woman like no other woman in my life. Shes into my life like a song and a prayernever before, it just wasnt there.. In the days that followed, as we strolled in the park immersed with spring fragrances, I knew I would never be the same. My life has changed like flowers in JuneA new day is here, smell the lilacs in bloom. I found her not only beautiful but intelligent and I couldnt stop thinking of her. As your beauty comes into focus.. My thoughts are yours, forever yours. The more I got to drive in her, the happier I became. For no one has made me happier, filling my life as completely As you had made me, caressing me with your smile when our eyes meet... I discipline out to honor her whenever I could, she was such a wonderful mother and lover that I was compelled to tell the world. If winds could talk, theyd tell a tale that fills the intellect with love and warmth And just having get alongn you, my life is for the better Then just like that, something changed and we were no longer together. But now shes at peace(p) like a crisp spring day, and Im all alone... with nothing to say Where there once was love, is there no more. I know not when, love came and gone where it ended or when it begun.. Today I can only hope and speculate about tomorrow and what might throw a way been. With each day passing only hope is alivesweet dreams of a future that did not survive.