The Wonders On His Mind Poem by Michael Eziudo

He wonders what tomorrow holds of this beautiful today
This time that the heart he holds in his hands trickle the heats of pleasure
And promises of never melting rose
The scented rise that the reap of it never makes you mind its thorns
Will it be a story of conjoined hearts or
Will it be a tale of a love that never was

When at the stream you and he play hide and seek
And when on the hills you and he look down the beauties of sceneries and can swear you see the future so beautiful as if you feel a touch
When in the woods you run around
Dreaming of the children that will run around too with you
When he alone would look into tomorrow
Will it be a story of conjoined hearts or
Will it be a tale of a love that never was

And at the dawning of the day you hussle up to catch the financial train
Make suggestions and create ideas and make plans
Of a time when you'll both be the captain of your one train
And bear a dynasty, a vast conglomerate
And names you coined and joined to form your empire
And he looks you in the eyes and fears if he sees what he doubts
And wonders if as you have both made promises
Will it be a story of conjoined hearts or
Will it be a tale of a love that never was

When you look into his heart
Do you see the doubt he bears
That doubt you once nursed is it still lay there in your eye
Would he ask you so you'd lie
Oh, reassure him ease his mind
Tell him it will be a story of conjoined hearts
And not of a love that never was