Subway Love

Poem By Beatrice Preti

Your love is like a subway
I wait here for my turn
And only underground
Will my love for you be returned
You hide me from the light
Our life is in the dark
But I can't live without you
I'd die if we should part
So I wait at the station
For you to come my way
And then you take me places
Where I can never stay
Because the rides are short
I'm a stranger there, I know
So when we reach the end of the line
I catch another train back home
And it carries me to safety
To the boring, routine life
But I remember your journey
The way you loved me through the night
And when I get back home
I go back up the stairs
Back to the world of light
Dull people everywhere
And there I'll stay until
You finally come back
And then your subway love will take me
Racing down the track
And you'll stay with me until
We've reached the end of the line
And though you'll move on without me
I'll be ready for you, next time

Comments about Subway Love

a poignant write, Beatrice. A poem to be read without breathing.. Thanks for sharing
A nice thought, well penned. Well done!
Love is like a subway going this way, that way a never ending path that needs to grow!
A beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into a love and romantic poem. It's a lovely narrative piece written in poetic diction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
what a sacrifice.....! ! ! what a safe heaven for lovers..... subway den...liked the thought and the feel......


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