Is it worth the trust if it's mostly lust? ° You are free to speak Tell me what your heart says We are in admission Please, no more naysays. ° Is it worth the love if you only feel kind of? ° Whisper on my ears The words I must hear. The songs of lovers From you, my dear. ° Is it worth the kiss if it's amiss? ° Look into my eyes Let me see the truth The window of your soul Don't hide the sooth. ° Is it still worth the try...
I woke to the sound of bird-call. The clock told me it was eight-thirty, that’s late for me. I turned to see an empty pillow, he’s up. I had better get up, he’ll be waiting for me in the kitchen, no doubt. He must have snuck out of bed, he usually wakes me. Oh well, I was getting on a bit, I deserved a lie in now and then. I’d had a good sleep; I was feeling happy, today was going to be a good day. As I entered the kitche...
My dearest wife, it has been such a long winter,Hard and bitter, draining the heart and soul of hope.It has been doubly hard for you, so much sadness,Almost too much to bear, with the illness of friends,And frozen pipes, and the children's difficulties, Such a long catalogue of woes, you look so tired, New lines of care on your face, and fresh streaks of grey Staining the golden beauty of your lovely hair.I am bitterly...
They were on their way home to their brownstone in the Lower East Side. Walking together in the chill, abundant, evening air while wet fluffy flakes fell. She stopped, turned, and smiled up at him with nostalgic eyes. "What is it?" Droplets of precipitation stuck to the umbrella he had in his hand. Holding it up and over the two of them. Sniffing the clean refreshed air he head tilted at her. Then leaning down to kiss her...
Kind and caring, sweet and fair;With gorgeous blue eyes and long flowing hair;A heart of gold, through and through;Loving to all, pure and true;My gift from God sent on angels' wings;Never questioned the unfairness of so many things;Always so hopeful, come what may;She held onto that hope 'til her dying day;Now she's in Heaven with God above;My daughter, My Angel Face,My heart's true love.
Like the rising of the lambent moon's orb Over the rim of the restless ocean, Clothing the waters with liquid silver, And calming the harsh anger of the waves, So is the love of my dear one to me, The clear light of her bright presence soothing My unhappy tempestuous spirit, And turning my misery into joy. In the turbulence of life's darkest storms, She is like a shaft of golden sunlight, Suddenly piercing the gathering g...
In a magical land far far away, fairy tales make the headlines on a daily basis. Seldom sad endings, mostly happily ever after. Everyone was special if they believed. I wanted to be famous; I wanted them to sing songs and tell tales about me long after my death. But most importantly, I wanted to fall in love.I started my day just like any other day. I read the paper as I had my breakfast. Today's headlines: RAPUNZEL DYES...
My love and I will never truly be parted in this life For our love is true, and too secure ever to be shaken By the caprice of storms and tempests that toss us to and fro. Even though there will be many times of sharp pain and sorrow, Casting a doleful shadow across the landscape of our joy, The sun will eventually return, with its promise of life, And delicate shoots of happiness will shyly force their way Through the de...
"I love you." "I love you back." "I'm in-love with you." "ILY." "Love you." "Luv ya'."So many ways to express love. So many ways to say the same thing and make it mean so many other things. Subtle differences that change the entire meaning of what they said and what you heard.My girlfriend and I used to say "I love you." But then we would add "Forever and always... and a day." It somehow enhanced the pathetic shortcoming...
I stopped on the walk Frozen right where I stood Before me I saw a beauty A one of kind treasure The one and only you Your ever changing eyes Sparkle green, grey, and blue Your dazzling smile With slightly pointed teeth Is framed by soft plump lips Of the gentlest pink Your dark brown red curls Fall round your pale face You are a true beauty Full of intrigue and grace Good morning beauty Good morning to you I dip my he...
I arrived late in the afternoon. Placing my bag in our room, I walked out onto the veranda. The sky was a burst of beautiful colours - oranges, pinks and purples. Oh, what a beautiful sight. The redwood table outside was set for two with candles flickering all around. The aroma that filled the air like vanilla and raspberries smelled oh, so sweet. Hearing the clinking of glasses I turned and looked around, smiling at what...
We fought the oddsFrom the day we metIt was the choice of the gods With no regretMelded togetherSoul mates from the very first dayWe've survived even the roughest of weatherNothing could tear us awayYou still make my heart skip a beatWhen your hand touches meYou make me feel complete And set my soul freeOverwhelming is my love for you Falling in love was destinyWe know our love is trueSometimes it consumes meYou are my ev...
With all your heart you gave yourself to me.With all my soul I let you in for good.With all your love you kissed my face with glee.With all my might I hoped you always would. Our days were spent in gambols neath the sun.Our minds agreed that we were meant to be.Our bodies merged and we became as one.Our nights were spent in proof that we were free. My lust was such that I would trust your smile.My faith was such that I co...
Lilacs abudding,Showers and rainclouds scudding Roe deer still rutting. Soon creatures cower, Heavy the sense of power Above the bower. Here a dragon flies, A single black raven cries The warning just dies. ******************** Landing in the blooms, The dragon rests as it grooms Latent fear yet looms. Fearsome head turns round, Hearing soft steps on the ground He takes a great bound. True beauty so sweet, The dragon land...
When I had been in the Navy for a year I received a letter from someone named Paula. I found out that she worked in an office of a friend in Cassville. The friend had suggested she do her patriotic duty and write to a serviceman while we were waging that stupid ground war in Vietnam. I wasn't in 'Nam. Never went there. I was a Spanish linguist, stationed at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. But I was a serviceman, so she was writing....
