Flowering Love

Flowering Love

1

Emily Bronte how delighted I am

To discover for once love isn’t a sham

Though how this can be I cannot explain

For to argue with time is a difficult terrain

Yet life is a mystery designed to confuse

With love a mere something to nurture or lose

Like surfing on waves as a storm gathers pace

With elation the treasure one hopes to embrace

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

2

Emil Bronte you leave me amazed

To travel so far from a previous age

Like rocking the boat in the eye of a storm

When time indicates it’s about to deform

Or Moses surrendering to the Red Sea

Creating a pathway for those who believe

Awaiting the right moment to navigate

The throng in accord to ubiquitous fate

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

3

Emily Bronte, how strange is the world

To follow the sun yet live under a cloud

Regardless of this the soft wings of a dove

Mock the cruel clock in pursuit of true love

Well out of reach of the mightiest of waves

Or the bat that delights in the darkness of caves

Prisoners of time without a clear hope

Save for the few too good for this rope

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

4

Emily Bronte, you play hard to get

And when it’s all over I’m still in your debt

Yet if a brave baby is born in your age

Logic and truth will be hard to engage

A child conceived from the future let’s say

Back in the past that emerges one day

To pass on some genes befitting of mine

Before it is time for them to entwine

And generate traits destined for me

Despite such a baby not ready to be

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

Oh Emily Bronte you remain in my arms no matter what

For true love is more powerful than anything fate has got

The End

© K.F. Geach