I felt the gentle breeze blowing on my face and my hair that night and I could have sworn it was you blowing me a kiss from afar…
AN UNTITLED LOVE POEM
By: Maan “Maggie” Villar, The World According to Maggie V
– My good friend L found this love poem somewhere in the nooks and crannies of their house, it is an old poem I wrote dated April 17, 2011… Go figure… Man’s words are really sweetened by love and here is firsthand evidence…
Still enthralled with each stride you take as you enter
A crowded room,
You are a vision:
You wake me up from the drone
Of cigarette smoke,
Of vague chatter,
Of colored lights,
Of melodious rhythms.
How do you do your magic?
Of stopping time as each hand of the clock tick to the next second,
Of calming the fire of passion in my nerves with a single touch,
Consoling a broken heart with just a peck on the cheek,
Of muting noise and sound,
And of tugging heartstrings of a heart embittered, cold and frozen
Warming it in your palms
Melting the thick clumps of ice
Mending unknown wounds
Making it love
Love has gathered up
Underneath the crevasses of a heart
Not meaning to do so
Not believing it will
But it did…
You made it do so.
Like I said
You did magic,
You are magic.
A miracle, almost.
I want all of it not to become a memory
Because memories fade
And we look for what was
When those memories are beautiful ones
I want us to last.
One day at a time
Each fond moment unraveling at its pace.
Democritus said that
“Everything came from nothing”
It relates to us
“Who would have known?”
We were two lone strangers
But it happened…
I’m glad it did.
Dreaming and hoping to spend the rest of my days with you,
Of watching our tresses turn ivory together
The laughter of grandchildren in our lawn
Conversations on a fireplace over home-cooked dinner
Breakfasts lit by the majestic sunrise of each morning
Rainy days cozying up to slow soulful jazz saxophone…
Always I would fancy
Having that turn in my stomach
The stoppage in my breathing
The lightness of feeling
AS if I metamorphosed into a firefly’s diaphanous wing
Every time you walk in the room…
I cannot imagine life with another nor the same musings
because of another man.
I guess you got me,
And I LOVE YOU for doing so.