Well, he was a hammer seeking a nail;
She was a sweet girl, precious and frail.
It seemed like a mismatch — one forged in hell;
But strange things occur when love casts its spell.
He was hot-tempered, but she soothed his soul.
Soon they were working toward the same goal.
He would protect her from all of life's ills —
She knew there'd be thrills, and maybe some spills.
He could be violent, but never with her.
Locked safe in his arms, love's passions did stir.
He, a rough diamond, and she, a smooth pearl.
Attraction was strong for this boy and girl.
We all know that love can often be blind;
A curious occurrence, blighting mankind.
But sometimes these things are just meant to be;
We may call it fate, or true destiny.
No longer a hammer, seeking a nail,
The boy wed the girl, and here ends my tale!
Copyright © Robert Haigh 2018
The dark side of your harvest moon;
The song of love that's sung too soon,
Although it's sung for you.
The last bus home, that you've just missed;
The fading dream when lovers kissed,
For love can be untrue.
The wind that whistles in the wires;
The smoke that rises from the fires
To vanish in the air.
The letter, read, then thrown away;
The stone, unturned, beside the way.
But life is rarely fair.
The hill to climb, that's much too steep;
The waters, still, but far too deep;
The gambit you declined.
The captive bird that you set free;
The driftwood on the open sea.
Yes, fate can be unkind.
All of this I am, and more;
The nearly man outside your door —
I am... I am... I am.
Copyright © Robert Haigh 2010
Catch mistakes for you
almost as fast as they said I’d catch feelings
I scoff even as I’m sinking
I make up the words
that everyone has already made up before,
scratched on railroad tracks on the worst best days,
waiting for luck
waiting for her
waiting for something to change
I make up the words
and spin them into a black hole
of dumb real love
they mold me into
some kind of well-rehearsed tragedy
I unfollow your footsteps
but make up the same words again
I show them to your star
ask her
what does that make me
she whispers
dumb real love
this is how I know I have fallen
and if I can’t write a song about it
there are so many other reasons to remember
I'd know you if I saw you,
Although we've never met.
I see the ones between us,
With more to come, I'll bet!
Love is such a dismal dance
Without you in my arms.
I date the ones between us,
Whilst dreaming of your charms!
Each day I hope I'll find you,
But so far, not so good.
I meet the ones between us,
And not you, like I should!
I know that you are out there,
And closer every day.
Right now the ones between us
Are getting in the way!
I'd really love to meet you,
But when will that day be?
It seems the ones between us
Are hiding you from me!
True love is all I ask for;
To share my life with you.
Some day the ones between us
Will disappear from view!
Copyright © Robert Haigh 2020
My heart in my hands,
A previous love took it from my chest,
Shattered it with their cold cruelty,
I sit there covered in blood,
A hole in my chest,
Tears falling from my eyes,
Sparkling in the light like crystals,
I dodged a bullet,
You never loved me,
I lost my mind,
I gave you my heart,
You shattered it,
I feel a hand on my cheek,
Wiping away my tears,
You sit beside me,
Kiss the pieces of my heart,
I watch as they change colour,
Red to blue to purple,
A deep dark amethyst colour,
It fuses like a precious gem,
Each crack becomes a facet,
There is something different about it,
You take my hand in yours,
Hold it to your chest,
Your heart skips a beat,
You tell me that part of you is infused with it,
But your heart belongs to another,
I can feel it beating faintly,
My stomach knots,
Bile rising and burning,
Toxic and hot,
I felt like I was rising from the ashes,
When you came along it stopped hurting,
Until it hurt once more,
I know it is only temporary,
Chipped and broken my heart lays once again in my hands,
I want to throw it away,
I cant live without it,
I dont want to lose you,
I feel deeply attached to you,
Ash falls from the sky,
Smooth and silky to the touch,
Warm and comforting,
I need to sleep,
I need to breathe,
I need you.
Your eyes
are bluer than the skies
of summer. They shine more brightly
than heavenly stars that sparkle nightly.
No finer line
could ever define
a shape more perfect in design.
One look and I'm enraptured —
captured!
They have the power to hypnotise —
your lovely eyes!
Copyright © Robert Haigh 1996
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For my wife
Very often, people who read different sayings and quotes about love, are befuddled about a specific circumstance in their sentimental relationship, such as questioning their accomplice or being in love with the off-base individual. They are frequently desolate in their enthusiastic hurling and raving and they need to feel better by realizing that others comprehend what they are experiencing. By perusing different quotes and references on love and romance, they feel more joyful and substantially more secure in the idea that they are not the only one in their individual encounters. So, lets try to understand how short love quotes may be useful for all kinds of people in relationships.
It's valuable for people to output and peruse the lines of sentimental quotes. They are encouraged profitable exercises in regards to love and the several puzzling ways on how it functions. Individuals are diminished when they run over quotes that are loaded with astuteness, direction or even funniness. They feel progressively empowered in illuminating their sentimental or not all that sentimental issues. This is the motivation behind why grieved individuals are generally snared on things like that.
One can discover parcel's of fascinating and amazing platitudes about love and relationship, however I lean toward perusing the ones that were stood up of anguish or genuine delight - they convey the best worth and can acquire an incentive to the peruser most irregular ways. For instance uncovering what genuine affection resembles. You simply need to ensure that you translate the quotes in the correct manner; else, they will be pointless.
The girl on the corner is flashing her legs.
The drunk at the station is down to the dregs.
I try not to answer each question that begs,
And I long for a train back to you.
The platform is crowded, with nowhere to sit.
It's dingy and draughty, and quite badly lit.
But I'll bide my time here and put up with it,
As I wait for a train back to you.
My nights have been empty without you to hold.
I've felt lost and lonely, if truth must be told;
And these city streets are not paved with gold,
So I'm taking a train back to you.
The man in the mirror is no friend of mine;
He's balding and puffy, and talks out of line.
He followed me here with a bottle of wine,
And we're boarding a train back to you!
Copyright © Robert Haigh 2019
Love used to live here in this house,
but it never looked happy. It spent
most of its time hiding in the cupboards
or under the bed. When it did come out
it was busy bouncing off the walls.
Then one day it found the door left
slightly open and it was out of here.
We saw it go, skipping across the fields.
I don't suppose we really tried to stop it,
but it was always too tricky for us anyway.
Copyright © Robert Haigh 2010