The Best Thing Poem by Gerry Legister

The Best Thing



I taste the scented perfume on her lips
And my strength faded into the atmosphere,
To sense the showers which came with drips
Running through my mind in a new adventure.

The best of every moment becomes an illusion
Shared with passion in aroma of fantasy,
Glimpse of silhouette marooned within,
The swarm of thrills fueling the rage of ecstasy.

We engage when our hearts wage war,
To keep love inside hidden in our secret
And pride cried where hate tried to appear,
But it lost its sting and began to retreat.

The best thing about our feelings were discreet,
They would only meet when we could look deep,
Into the destiny, fate had chosen to impart,
The treasures of life given unto us to keep.

To survive the weather, storm and the norm
Taken with us when it is time to go into the dust,
Friends may weep while we sleep and remain calm
Holding what was the best thing that was given us.

Friday, September 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Two people in love until death before they are parted
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 19 September 2014

every moment we have to stay in truth,

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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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