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Journey Of The Heart Through The Loom Of Life

"For my wife, Emma."

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Competition Entry: Valentine Poetry

Author's Notes

"I am no poet, but I wanted to share this journey with you – me and my girl from my days working overseas as a tour-leader, diplomat and beyond. I hope you enjoy its free-form format, warts and all!"
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It began at sunrise
On that Cretan Isle
Playful seductive glances
From the very first moment
By sunset I was caught forever
In the weave of your silken net
My wild, gorgeous temptress

Captured by mischievous eyes
Deep sumptuous pools
That reeled me in and
Fiendishly stole my heart
Snared, I never had a chance
You chose me, and I was yours
My crazy, delightful girl

That was just the start
Of our dizzy, tempestuous journey
As we wove our way
Through the erratic loom of life
So many eye-opening adventures
Do you remember?
My spirited, intrepid darling

Ramadan in Morocco
The dark, empty streets of Rabat
Sharing Iftar with that ancient couple
In their humble tabac
Or the blustery dunes of the Sahara
Celebrating Eid with pounding drums
My amazing, daring sweetheart

But then you had to go
Leaving me behind
I knew then that you were the one
So, it was my turn
To make your heart flutter
With a cheeky letter of proposal
My wild, captivating valentine

I will never forget your answer
My heart stopped when I saw you
Stood outside our Marrakech hotel
A devilish, sultry angel
Your beguiling, arousing smile shouting
‘Here I am — and I belong to you!’
My fearless, ravishing seductress

And so you joined me
On an incredible voyage
Sharing extraordinary moments
Pieces of magic, made special
Because you were by my side
Holding my hand and my heart
My awesome, enchanting valentin 

I think of those moments every day
With joy and wonder
Humbled, and ever thankful
That you picked me — Me!
I look at you with awe
You impetuous, impulsive creature
My wonderful, gorgeous girl

Which are your favourites, I wonder?
Perhaps it was Norway?
Fishing sun kissed fiords and
Eating lobster for breakfast,
Or picking cloudberries and wild mushrooms
On desolate mountain plateaux
My wild, fun-loving sweetheart

Or maybe it was riding the rails
From Nairobi or Prague?
White-jacketed waiters
And starched white sheets
I remember those nights well!
Full of frisky giggles and quiet passion
My adorable, sensual hussy

How about New Zealand?
Tramping through mud and rain
With laughter and song
Or was it sleeping out
On Dorset clifftops
In an enormous orange plastic bag?
My impulsive, free-spirited valentine

Could it be the stunning Hunza valley?
Hiking the dizzy heights
Of the Eagle’s Nest
Or playing the ‘Great Game’
In the snowy mountain passes
Of the mystical Hindu Kush?
My indomitable, astounding girl

We haven’t done bad, you and I
In sickness and health
You’ve seen my all
Held me tight with strong arms
Cared for me through the worst
And loved me with your tears
My caring, beloved valentine

We are older now
With eyes that need a little help
But our journey is not yet done
Whatever unfolds next
Our dreams continue
I look forward to it with you my love
For you are my wild, impetuous valentine still

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Written by TheShyThespian
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