Most Passionate Embrace Poem by James Walter Orr

I loved a girl and she loved me.
We spent our time together.
You never found us far apart,
in fair or stormy weather.

I loved her with my heart and soul.
I thought we’d never part,
but then her family moved to France,
and nearly broke my heart.

‘Twas in the springtime of the year.
The flowers were in bloom.
The birds were singing sweetly,
but my life was filled with gloom.

I watched their airplane spring aloft,
like some colossal bird,
and I was standing there behind,
no longer seen or heard.

Then spring was gone, and summer came,
with hot and humid air.
I prowled the sidewalks all alone.
My heart felt cold and bare.

Then summer faded into fall,
and summer’s heat did banish,
and all the leaves turned dry and sere,
and from the trees did vanish.

It seemed I watched as each leaf fell,
like teardrops from my soul.
Each eddy of the whirling leaves
made my heart pay a toll.

Tormented love can bring such pain,
that borders on despair;
Me, just a simple country boy,
but Frenchmen over there.

How could my love remember me,
with Paris’ party scenes?
I couldn’t go to see her there.
I didn’t have the means.

Then winter brought it’s snow and ice:
It’s cold and wintry gale.
With every howl of winter’s winds,
I feared her love would pale.

Icicles hung along the roof.
The cold did bitter stay,
But yet my heart felt colder still,
with every passing day.

The frigid lump within my breast,
I knew would never thaw.
The beasts of lonely jealousy
did in my vitals gnaw.

At last the sun peeped through the clouds,
and in a few short days
the snow was gone; the ice was gone,
and gone, the wintry haze.

But though the winter’s storms were gone,
and birds began to dart,
the sun could not begin to warm
my cold and lonely heart.

In just a few more sunny days,
news of another sort:
My dear love’s family would return.
We wouldn’t be apart.

I couldn’t stem my eagerness,
my glad anticipation:
but yet I also couldn’t stem
my sense of trepidation.

I watched the plane grow from a speck,
a dot, a bird, a plane!
It circled once and came in low
and touched the earth again!

I watched the passengers deplane.
Like lost, I stood apart.
The icy features of my face
were frozen, like my heart.

She reached my side and set her bag.
I knew not what to think.
We gazed into each other’s eyes.
Her beauty did I drink.

‘Twas then I finally understood.
My heart began to race.
We clasped each other in the world’s
most passionate embrace.

Not distance, time nor even death
the bonds can ever sever
of souls that sign a silent pledge
to give their hearts forever.

Each evening when the day is done,
no matter where the place,
we lie again and feel the world’s
most passionate embrace.