WHEN

Posted on 2007-02-28

WHEN I HEAR YOUR VOICE, IT'S LIKE A SUMMER'S RAIN WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES, I SEE TRUE DEPTH & SINCERITY WHEN I HEAR YOUR LAUGH, IT'S LIKE THE OCEAN'S ROAR WHEN I FEEL YOUR TOUCH, IT'S LIKE A FIRE IGNITED WHEN I SENSE YOUR SADNESS, IT'S LIKE A BROKEN HEART WHEN I HEAR YOUR COMPASSION, IT'S LIKE A BABY'S INNOCENCE WHEN I THINK OF YOUR FRIENDSHIP, IT'S LIKE AN UNFLAWED DIAMOND WHEN I THINK OF YOUR HEART, I SEE ALL THAT IS GOOD WHEN I THINK OF YOUR SOUL, I SEE ALL THAT IS PURE WHEN I THINK OF YOUR LOVE, I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE FELT IT WHEN I THINK OF MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU, I SEE NOTHING AT ALL!

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind

Posted on 2007-02-27

There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet, I'll love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet, I'll love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and he doth range,
Her country, so, my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet, I will love her till I die.

One Day I Wrote Her Name

Posted on 2007-02-24

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. "Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain essay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise." "Not so," quoth I; "let baser things devise To lie in dust, but you shall live by fame; My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write you glorious name: Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew."

Will She Come?

Posted on 2007-02-13

Will She Come?

 

all evening he waited
anxiously eyeing the clock
retracing his steps
over and over
counting the minutes
until her arrival

Kiss

kneeling before a crackling fire
adding another log
he rose to check again
his preparations for tonight

the thick sheepskin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
waiting for her

the book
the one she longed after
in that tiny shop downtown
rested on the warm stone hearth
waiting for her

the wine
that special bottle
from a few years ago
late fall harvest
sat open
and sweet
waiting for her

the glasses
his best crystal
sat sparkling in the firelight
waiting for her

his hand
stopped a moment
over his heart
and lovingly fingered
the prize there
hidden away in his pocket
where it lay
waiting for her

taking the ring
from its secret place
he gazed at it
mesmerized by its shine
by what it stood for
soon he smiled and
softly slipped it back
to its repose
where it lay
waiting for her

seating himself back on the chair
he resumed his vigil
over the fire
over the wine
over the clock
over himself

and he sat
quiet and lost in thought
waiting for her

A Dream within a Dream

Posted on 2007-02-12

       

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet, if Hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it, therefore, the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

The Bait

Posted on 2007-02-11

Come live with me and be my love And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands and crystal brooks, With silken lines and silver hooks.  There will the river- whispering run Warmed by thy eyes more than the sun And there th' enamoured fish will stay, Begging themselves they may betray.  When thou wilt swim in that live bath, Each fish, which every channel hath, Will amorously to thee swim, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.  If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth, By sun or moon, thou darken'st both And if myself have leave to see, I need not their light, having thee.  Let others freeze with angling reeds, And cut their legs with shells and weeds Or treacherously poor fish beset, With strangling snare or windowy net.  Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest; Or curious traitors, sleave-silk flies, Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes.  For thee, thou need'st no such deceit, For thou thyself art thine own bait: That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, Alas, is wiser far than I.Wink

She Tells Her Love

Posted on 2007-02-11

Kiss

She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.

[She was too kind, wooed too persistently]

Posted on 2007-02-08

The nights are long.
The days are so sad.
Not knowing what we lost.
Not knowing what I had.

I think of you for hours.
Your lips I just can't kiss.
You're the one I want.
You're the one I'd miss.

Although we talk of frienship.
I always think of love.
Hoping we could have more.
Not just a friendly shove.

You tell me of your problems.
I listen with open ears.
I'd like to tell you mine.
But I'll always have fear

i like that

Posted on 2007-02-07

Winkright now I've just got some things on my mind. A lot of it has to do with friendsUndecided

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