The Bloom Of Love Poem by Gerry Legister

This may be our only paradise,
A cross more than a place to call our own,
we'll treasure each other's promise,
and watch the new age brightens the horizon.

Those days may have been a dream,
When fading vows took your heart away,
If those endearing charms were now seen,
They could gaze upon us more fondly today.

And see a realm that no mortal can view,
the beaming of paradise brush where heaven lies,
our love is as pure as the morning dew,
Inhabit the splendor of the celestial skies.

Paradise too was rare from a different strand,
the bloom of love blown in the breeze,
you are the gold I hold within my hand,
Light up the candle of heaven's choice.

Love broken for you; broken too for me,
Dreams we have seen were distant schemes,
in the crystal maze created before eternity,
only the trial of passion within our soul entwines.

This may be our only earthly compromise,
tingling every moment we embrace together,
Life is shared with death in hopeful bliss,
for every kiss our lips will meet with fire.

Then in trial of time we'll come to realize,
the heated glaze was only a loan we once own,
Drowned by the tears formed in our eyes,
and our shadows will make paradise our home.

To that destiny; from earth our spirit will roam,
Beyond stars to where candle light never dies,
And watch our love bloom under a brighter sun,
In the place we will call our heavenly paradise.