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February 2, 2011 / Gio

When We Were Most In Love

At the point that we were most in love

I could have parted an ocean for you

Danced on waves, clenching the setting sun

Gifting it to you with a glimmering kiss

 

At that point

I remember your solar smile

How it warmed the room, my life

Our laughter, our ease, our love-lit day

Captured incessant pearl-moments

Flying in time

 

That point when we were most in love

I decorated a table with delights

With carpaccio and flowers

Django and candles

And rosemary-studded lamb

As Bordeaux decanted vintage song

Just at that point

 

That point when we were most in love

You sat with me, just sat

Resting on my shoulder, in my heart

Our bodies married in sweet silence

Knowing, and still…the brilliant glow.

 

At that very point

We saw forever

Our sparkling world waited for us

As it inspired us

And we created new love daily

At that point

That point when we were most in love

~

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  1. Steve Isaak / Feb 11 2011 5:19 pm

    Effective and perfect.

  2. Tammy McLeod / Feb 5 2011 8:31 pm

    Wow. That was beautiful Gio. I’m with willow – the line solar smile really caught me.

  3. Dulce / Feb 5 2011 6:26 pm

    Just beautiful… at that and every point… Rebecca is a lucky person…

  4. Jacques / Feb 3 2011 4:17 pm

    Very moving, Gio.

  5. willow / Feb 3 2011 4:12 pm

    I love-love “solar smile”. Beautiful piece.

  6. Claudia / Feb 3 2011 3:19 pm

    esp. loved the carpaccio and flowers..and …we saw forever…so much sadness and so much beauty in this…

  7. Chris G. / Feb 3 2011 10:57 am

    “Solar smiles”…Now there’s a great description of a smile. Shows the warmth, the love, the brightness of its presence in life. Absolutely stunningly beautiful piece, throughout. It courses smoothly from one visual to the next, igniting serenity amongst the senses as you guide us through memory and emotion’s discourse…there is dream-like devotion, throughout it all.

    And then the end…
    “At that point
    That point when we were most in love”

    It strikes with such a potent sadness; a longing for what was. And the dream is complete: a dream, what was, what is past…

  8. signed .............bkm / Feb 2 2011 8:33 pm

    Lovely writing you are a romantic at heart…oh my what girl would not want to be Most in Love….bkm

  9. Gay / Feb 2 2011 5:21 pm

    There is longing and loss in the past tense as you paint the beauty of love in your stanzas. Quite exceptional work and unique. I’m always amazed that certain themes run through our poems each week. There have been quite a few lost love poems today and each of them create their own type of “blues”. Perhaps it’s winter and its crush of cold that brings that warmth of what has passed to mind. Beautiful work here, friend. Thanks, Gay @beachanny

  10. hedgewitch / Feb 2 2011 12:35 pm

    Agree with dustus–all the immeasurable emotions rendered in hindsight with a profound sadness. (And you cooked for her!) But you also seem to capture an acceptance and gratitude for what passed as well. Mature and moving poem, as your love poems always are.

  11. gautami tripathy / Feb 2 2011 11:27 am

    I like the repeat lines…it works so well…

    tears of the sky fall to the ground

  12. dustus / Feb 2 2011 11:25 am

    This one hurts to read due to the pangs of lost love—can definitely relate, especially in attempting recall what had happened. Excellent attention to detail in expressing the time when the speaker was in love. Many smooth lines and as always, top-notch poetry. Cheers, Gio

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