Walk of Life
Hand in hand we walked the cobbled roads
Of the small French town, by the coast
The pretty villas slowly coming to life
Through French windows, sunlight peeking inside
Claret bougainvillea’s swaying in the breeze
Fanned the blue bells dancing on the trees
Tall pretty women opening their doors,
Along with their poodles to walk the road
Tiny cafés slowly opening their gates
Allowing the fresh coffee aroma to emanate –
From large percolators through the balustrade
Of the rooftops which well laid tables displayed
The winding roads led us to the sea shore
Where colorful fishing boats were ready to go
Morning joggers rushed passed our fore
As we stood watching the sun in full glow
I distinctly recall when we first met
In your eyes I saw my search end
For I had always wanted love to be
Bonding of soul, not just physical intimacy
You said you loved me for who I am
Not the pretty sight I make when I’m made up
What the world sees is not the real me
But you knew that, you knew my soul already
The comfort from start, in talking to you incessantly
Had allowed me to pour my heart totally
Since you had not seen me as yet, physically
Assured I was, that you loved my soul truly
Even now whenever I am with you
No pretense or dress I need to please you
The façade I wear is for the world to view
For you, I reserve only ‘me’ real and true
We have come a long, long way
In our lives, as we stand here today
Knowing together, we are meant to stay
Hand in hand, in life’s precarious gait