Still

When I think of love
I lose my place in time;
conveyed to moments sublime
enough to elicit poignant rhyme.

Deep within joy quivers and rises
as my heart recognizes
the exquisite ecstasy
of your laughter embracing me.

I catch the salty scent of the sea
as we lay on the beach
blissfully astounded
by the waves crashing and pounding.

I think of intimate midnight baths
under rainy season showers
in a garden of magnificent,
crimson hibiscus flowers.

Though love be this meditation
pain does not elude my contemplation.
For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?

Foolish words wielded like a double edged sword
slash deeply and cannot be ignored.
Tears mingle with sweat
amidst infidelity and regret.

Love slipped through our hands
like the sands in an hourglass do.
Yet when I think of love,
I still think of you.