In meadows where wildflowers sway,
Two shadows merge at close of day,
No chains, no fear—just light at play—
A quiet vow that never strays.
Oh, I wish love as that!
Where laughter rings like silver bells,
And silence heals what no one tells,
Through tempests fierce, where courage dwells,
They stand as one when twilight swells.
Oh, I wish love as that!
Not fleeting sparks or golden lies,
But roots that drink from shared sunrise,
A harbor safe from lonely tides,
Where every scar becomes a prize.
Oh, I wish love as that!
If ever such a flame I find,
I’ll tend it soft, both fierce and kind,
Till heaven knows this heart of mine
Has learned to love as stars align.
Oh, I wish love as that!
:: 06.30.2026 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 