Touch of Love

  • My wife and I have enjoyed 31 years together. This is a poem I wrote to commemorate the moment we committed.

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    Touch of Love

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    three decades ago
    in the shadow of the tall ships
    nestled inter-coastal
    on the outer banks of Beaufort
    our passion burst to flame

    we bound that flashpoint moment
    in a promise of forever
    and a band of abalone
    I found there in that sunset
    on the Carolina sands

    as ever-precious
    as the diamond ring
    that now encircles in its stead
    that pearled bit of shell
    immortalized our pledge

    even to this day
    it rests next to your heart
    where it falls true and warm
    on links of purest gold
    my constant touch of love

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2018



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  • 30 thoughts on “Touch of Love”

    1. Simply gorgeous, Rob. Your romantic poetics hug like swan’s dow, and penetrate like a passionate embrace; love it. I’m in my third marriage, and we are in our 26th year, so I can dig your sentiments.

    2. Thank you Bjorg! It was a remarkable moment emotionally, sparked by overwhelming feelings of love. It has lived in my heart, and that woman, my wife Kathleen, is still with me… in spite of myself… 😉 …and the brave little abalone band is still on the gold chain, though now in recent years, it lives in our memory chest…

    3. What a sweet expression of love in your words and the sharing of your story. I especially like this….”we bound that flashpoint moment in a promise of forever”. It only takes a moment to fall in love. Congratulations and here’s to many more!

      1. Thank you Mish…:-). We had been seeing each other for a few weeks. This was our first chance to get away together. The moment was powerfully captivating, and it wasn’t infatuation, time has testified to that. I was 39, she was 24, but we were, pardon the sloppy sentiment, we were and are – soulmates.

    4. oh to love and be loved like this is what we all long for, but only a few are so privileged, love the abalone band, the spontaneity of that flashpoint moment. and then the silver that speaks of something strong and beautiful

      1. It was gold, but you are right on point. Glad you liked this Gina. The intial love was slow smouldering, then this moment was explosion. Over the decades we have lovingly tended the fire… 🙂

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