Stollen moments in the night as
the kaddie dids were singing
We danced to their music
Darkness and yet a slight hue of light
that casted a slight shadow on your face
Singing love spoken words, and kisses
inbetween, is where we shared our
afterhours, even the park bench had
our names engraved in a heart
Looking at each others eyes we knew
we could feel beneath all that kindered
our souls, we both knew commodities this
valuable would only be in our dreams
Possessing each others feelings, we
needed no longer to explain, a vision, no
it was one soul blended from two hearts
Love after the loving always seems to
become complicated, there are too
many obsticles to get distracted from
Rather than rationalize the importance
of what mistakes each of us would regret
for a lifetime, seemed rather non existant
Like a story with a beginning, and a middle
there was no ending, nor will there ever be,
maybe this is what eternal love means like
a story untold.........
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-story-untold/
