Gone are those cravings of yesterday,
That need to be with you in a physical way.
Gone is the rose once off the bloom,
Now our love meets in an ethereal room.
Gone is the way we once viewed love,
Now it appears on the wings of a Dove.
Gone is our desire to consummate,
Now is the opening of Heaven’s Gate.
Gone are the nostalgic wants of men,
Now is the moment we begin again.
Gone is the lust that we once had,
Now Telepathy makes two hearts feel glad.
Gone are the roses and wedding rings,
Now in the ethers our hearts do sing.
©2012 Tim Gega