The Sound of Love

A song, saved in my heart
Opens a window to the past
Memories surrounding me
A blessing that still lasts

I visit places, jump through time
Collecting every piece
That’s brought my heart to a full bloom
And left love’s rooting seeds

The wonder that true love can bring
Does not depend on time
It is like weed, a constant growth
Since it embraced the heart of mine

My eyes are closed, while my lips smile
Sweet memories, a treasured past
They lead over the bridge of time
Until we’re in our arms at last

In Love and Light

About the Author

Posted by

The purpose of my blog is to inspire and shine a light on the beauty and power of the wonderful being inside your body. You came into this world to share what only you can give. Remember who you really are, conquer the world the way you always wanted to, and become the blessing to us all that you were meant to be.


Erika, I love this, in particular your opening stanza. Songs are like mileposts (or Kilometer posts in your case). They can take us back in time to that initial or early sensation of love. Keith

Liked by 1 person

Yes, they distort the idea of time and reproduce feelings and emotions instantly. It is wonderful when you catch yourself listening with a smile on your face and miles away with your thoughts…


Add a Response

Your name, email address, and comment are required. We will not publish your email.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

The following HTML tags can be used in the comment field: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <pre> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: