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"The Bookmark"
@Uootem
In the chapters of my life,
on pages preserved through all these years,
is recorded the incident of our love...
all those cherished memories
of boy and girl... you and I,
each holding the other's fragile heart.
a tender moment of time suspended in a word or two;
ordinary language captive to love so young and fresh;
when new love was something truly new... truly love;
the kind of love that so few ever really recognize.
At every treasured page of us I placed a bookmark there,
And revisit the time we left that place of youth
and turned the page, a new chapter to record.
and I will continue this visual
until our paths become one again… at last.
that our destiny... for we are soul mates.
Sometimes I become impatient of the wait
And resolve to venture out and find you myself
not waiting for the opportunity that will surely come,
I attempt to ignore the footnoted warnings
And recapture your love here and now.
Drifting through the shadows of the day's full sun
searching every face I meet for yours
yet never finding your smile, your lips, your eyes
searching once again creates another disappointment.
These pages are dog-eared with sadness and regret
for this wayward heart will never find you
until in the appointed time when we meet again...
Waiting for the time it will be written
never understanding the delay, always asking why?
Love seems to dwell only within shadows
fragmented from its mated soul
for it is left alone staining the pages with teardrops.
Each moment in time is a page,
it is by our choices that we define next
each printed within its own time,
if patient will come, written within the book of time,
in some distant chapter the two are destined to be as one.
Until then, I need another bookmark.
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