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When is it too Late to Love?
by Alison McKenzieWe are a new tree,
Planted under a
Hope-inspired Sun,
A Moon
Waxing a love so intense
The ocean is pulled to shore
To bathe our wiggling toes,
The seed of friendship
Growing a hearty trunk,
And one budding branch of romance
With the most unexpected blossoms,
Delicately fragrant;
Keys to new fruit, and joy.
I want to grow old there,
With you,
In the soil of that tree,
The wind writing scores
Through the leaves,
Gusty crescendos
And shushing pianissimos,
The symphony of our souls' dance
Carrying us through the end of days.
I am infinitely inspired
To love, forever love,
Despite the near deforestation
Of my limbs
And the quelling of my heart.
And you,
Oh Darling,
You are the green
Of a new day. 02/20/2015 Posted on 02/20/2015
Copyright © 2026 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/20/15 at 12:29 PM It is never too late-
[only too late if you allow yourself to believe that]
xo |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/22/15 at 09:20 PM A most enthusiastic expression of the lasting desire for romance. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/24/15 at 09:27 PM The last two stanzas of this remarkable poem prove the question is rhetorical and the answer is gratifyingly affirmative, Alison |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/07/15 at 04:35 PM It's never too late. You're a beautiful flower in the garden of life, and anyone would be lucky to have you in their corner. xoxo |
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