Our Story Has a Life

Our story has a life,
 
I was not tethered but stalled,
stopped dead, free but enthralled.
What was it, this new feeling,
why was my mind reeling.
Am I not insane.

This then began,
our music, our song.
One dance, one glance,
we had met by chance.
What went before closed.

Two lovesick youths in flight,
phantom pains when apart.
Carefree life when together,
lost was the heart.
A passion injected state.

Drunk with love I fear,
staggering wantonly forward.
Always needing to be near,
like a play from N. Coward.
Was I the hero type.

This new life must be,
a story never ending.
You came to me,
I was then ripe,
for bending.
Forty is the year.
 
We have seen turmoil,
at times peaceful grace.
Our life is a whisper,
heated roar,
or embrace.
With you there is real.