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 Category:  Letters and Diary Poetry
  Posted: May 18, 2020      Views: 48

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RONNI an introspective poet, sentimentally, nostalgically
inclined, and a perpetual romantic at heart. Sensitive
Scribe musings on life, living, learning, exploring
and sharing with introspective inspirations.
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Until I drift past the stars
"What Cannot Yet Come To be" by Ronni
My dearest love,
I adore all the wonders you are and yet to be
all your beguiling, enchanting charms and
ecstatic courting our time has crowned
and christened me as your one and only

I've sailed and soared the same dreams we
aspired and deliriously awaited to be a
once in a lifetime love; even more blissful reality
vivacious joys brimming amidst merry clouds roam
romantic dances to dance, desires seas to sail
amidst passions galactic portals maiden voyage yet to claim

Precious memories to sentimentally seal, ceremonies
and celebrations to honor in joys, gratitude and grace
beloved family and friends to share, perhaps even a new
gift, be prideful and blessed heir to family legacy claim
I too, long to see and share in every blessed day and
hour be it our love and life could devotedly achieve

But my darling dear my one and only aching regret
for them to come true, ominous fate has otherwise decreed
the time, for all these anticipations and hopes to come true
I have not neither the choice or power to alter fates decree

Be not sad nor filled with fears in looming distress my love
for what yet cannot come true or realized for you and me
be consoled all the more dearest of our time here and now
know always there is no other gift or solace that surpasses
the sweetly replete tenderness of your heart shared so deeply
no earthly possession or glory equal to its measure or worth

For until I drift past the stars and somewhere towards heavens
I cherish all the more every minute more of your troth and love
you have so beguilingly, tenderly, compassionately avowed

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