Lust Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Would she recogize my voice if she heard it,
My touch, the word's that have came,
Gone,
Lovers past, lifetimes ago,
Is it that our time has pass,
Crimson hearts that lost their way,
The gifts given, days that have found their way into years,
Two hearts, in solemn faith,
In time,
I wore her name in my smile,
A secret,
Once planted,
Now rooted, as it blossomed,
Wasn't it obvious,
Truth, hidden between the lines of each word spoken,
Leaves, shaken from the tree. Now grown,
As fruit replaces the spots,
Grown bare,
Any thing more,
Would be lust