Real Love

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

Real Love

 

What does it cost

for every grain of sand

that falls through the hourglass.

 

If I could hold time in my hand.

Oh where would I spin the dice

and wanna live.

 

Real love to feel my heart beating.

Oh the places I would visit

and the stories I would hear.

 

The glamor of people in this world.

Oh yes this world.

 

Every heart beating.

I feel the wind on my face.

 

I must be dreaming

to wanna have love in this world.

oh yeah.

 

What am I singing to you.

you bunch of devils.

 

The perception

I have taken

and the roads I have traveled.

 

I let the wind

much like the spirit

carry me

to my destination.

 

Oh yeah with every lover

comes complications.

 

When the night comes

every song must end.

 

I wanna hold your hand.

 

Remember when it all began.

 

I dance with you

on our wedding night

and that is where

life for us began.

[tonyv]

Victor, I like the no-nonsense acrostic tone in these parts:

 

i must be dreaming

to wanna have love in this world ...

 

what am i singing to you.

you bunch of devils ...

And this part implies a lot:

 

i dance with you

on our wedding night

and that is where

life for us began ...

Yes, no matter where the protagonists may be today, that was where "life" for them began ... even if things didn't turn out as expected!

 

Tony

[Aleksandra]

Lovely poem, Victor. I love to see you writing and posting again. I enjoy your poems, and always they deliver to me some feeling of nostalgia and paradox.

 

Glad you are ok and see you around.

 

Aleksandra