Love Poem: The Fifth Iteration

The Fifth Iteration


I failed in love
the  very first   time
Held it so briefly ...
it felt like a 
	heart-melting,
virgin kiss snowflake
Made a promise to myself,
not to repeat the same mistake

Took a second glance 
at a possible rumba romance
It lasted ... a little longer,
until the last dance of the evening
Found out that I was given
   a digital polite kiss no

Often heard 
that the third time 
is the charm
So I was match-maker open 
to giving this heart burn another chance
      Couldn’t believe a blind date
would be so left third row opera elegant
But from the midnight chime
to the third sabbath cock crow,
I saw another dove love
wing kiss my moon dream out the window

Feeling so unlucky in love,
I rubbed by ring finger impatiently
Four baton voices later,
I didn’t feel I was getting any closer 
to a special somebody
	Going up and down 
this mood platonic relationship escalator ...
by revolving door fate,
I opened up once more in a stuck elevator
	Closing four walls 
of constant insecure comparisons
Gave my fatigued heart
a four-leaf clover goodbye kiss, 
welcomed with bliss

With my heart closed empty,
I could feel the hourglass sand 
     slipping thru my hand
So afraid of the fifth iteration,
my doubting thoughts were shyly revealed:
Always anxiously awaiting 
	for affection  
I thought was long overdue
Never understanding this
late date advice teary-too-da-loo:
Love was an unexpected passenger 
	on a train
that never came on schedule
The fifth iteration 
carried a    fading    recurrence 
of broken vows echoed anew

While resting on a park bench,
a perfumed breeze
caused me to turn and gaze 
        at butterfly eyes
They fluttered a gentle greeting,
which carried a sweet scent
	of flowering possibilities
And with rose petal lips,
she gave me a blossoming kiss tomorrow ...
setting my pierced heart at ease    with a sunflower glow

The palm of my heart is now open,
ready to gladly receive 
life’s 
        down
	      pour
Knowing there’s a rainbow kiss,
enchantingly    waiting for me    gardening my home
Over yonder ... far from where
the always recurring, tear-evaporated pain has gone