Poetry of Fox

The Gain

I lie here in bed and stare at the ceiling above;
And contemplate a life with my newly found love.
I glance around this room, with its nondescript four gray walls;
But the nearness of this frail woman calls and calls and calls.

I gently kiss your cheek as you lay sleeping in my arms;
I want nothing more than to protect you from all of nature's harms.
To fill your life with happiness and fill your heart with love;
To make you feel the sunshine even when the rain falls from above.

The warmth of your body ignites the fire in my heart;
And I will do all within my power to ensure we never part.
Your natural beauty reaches deeply, clear down to your soul;
And when we are together my life seems completely whole.

You stir in my arms and open your eyes up wide;
Their brightness and aliveness command me to your side.
Suddenly you smile, adding even more radiance to your face;
If I could have a wish to be anywhere, this would be the place.

I revel in our new love, but a part of me shares his hollow pain;
For the other, who has lost you, without whom I'd have missed this gain.
And for him I shed a tear, a moment of sorrow we share;
For him to lose such a treasure is a loss beyond compare.

To forget the sadness again looking to the ceiling above;
I contemplate a life with my newly acquired love.
I glance around the room, with its nondescript four gray walls;
But the nearness of this frail woman calls and calls and calls.

Fox