Painful Reality





Roses in a vase, he received from his true love,

Forced by an armed hand, to pretend to some other his love,

Oh how painful, I feel your sorrow, cutting like a knife,

Please know when you associate in waters so rancid

It will bring you nothing but strife.


"Your roses gave me comfort", he told me,

"Upon my darkest hours,

My heart is yours forever, my love,

Through all the worst of our showers."


Reality can be alarming, but hope is always close,

If it was truly love it will leave you with a ghost,

Take the ghost and make it all the good things that you shared,

Learn the lessons, and if you do

another chance with the next person might keep you spared.


For love is the great teacher, if we only take it's hand,

We cannot learn what love can teach, from a woman or a man,

We have to stand our ground so firmly in integrity and faith,

And never be fooled into thinking that love will be given 

Through you helping to foster someone else's disgrace.


3:28 PM 7/15/2013 ©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

a story about roses i bought my love in his darkest hours

Rain and Poetry

Let the fire simmer and the wine chill...
Listen to the rain make music as it falls,
see the trees sway back and forth like
your hips by the fireplace...
No one is home, only you and I!!
The apple of your eyes reflect the flame
from my soul,
you come closer to hold you close...
Each rain drop is a melody with a
different beat, when you are near me my
heart skips three beats and only your
kiss brings me back to life.
Love birds in the trees keep warm with
their wings, come underneath my wings
for internal heat...
Let me caress your naked body by the fire,
I'll begin with a kiss around your navel....
you shiver but not cold,
excited because I'm about to explore
your body and more.
Toast!! to you and me,
as we age like fine wine!!
Listening to the rain while we make the music...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Let's make the music...

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