My Love never languished. <br />She was a visual feast, another Helen, <br />and we loved with an incandescent love <br />so that even the gods wept and wished to be mortal. <br /> <br />Like children we shared our joys and sorrows, <br />minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour, and day-by-day, <br />for I loved her always. <br /> <br />And I laughed and wept in her arms, <br />and I saw my face in her eyes <br />whenever she looked into mine. <br /> <br />And we whispered, and we listened, <br />and we tasted, and we touched <br />as young lovers in spring's fragrant garden. <br /> <br />Throughout sultry summer nights, <br />on cool autumn days beneath saffron maples, <br />and more so on bitter winter mornings, <br />she loved me. <br /> <br />And hours turned to days, and days months, and months years <br />as all the while curly headed children sprang forth. <br />And just as quickly, up they grew and moved away. <br /> <br />But even so, she laughed when I kissed her, <br />and I loved her all the more as we grew older <br />so that even the gods wept and wished they were mortal. <br /> <br />And then one day she died, and so did I, <br />for she was more than love, my life, <br />and I could not bear to lose her. <br /> <br />And the world whirled on <br />as the gods watched and wept <br />and wished they had made us immortal. <br /> <br /> <br />* Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's 'Annabel Lee'; out of the deepest admiration for Poe I wrote this poem.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-world-whirled-on/
