Party met
Train together
Shallow love
Winter weather
One night thing
Never falling
Many years
Still recalling
Picture stays
Mind is reeling
Overcome
What’s the feeling
Party met
One time passion
Love’s one chance
Didn’t
Cash in
Tag: Love Stories
Chess: A True Story
She wiped him out at chess
He didn’t have the heart to tell her
He was terrible –
And so, she married him
To share is human:
never-true
i love the story never-true, in
worlds that are not made;
like two in love beneath red leaves
mid particolored
shade
To share is human:
Magnificent
For love, she’d waited all this time,
Her dignity and heart intact;
She kept on through the lonely while,
Though the odds seemed stacked —
But now she’s met someone, she says,
Who holds her, and the truth, both — fast —
And isn’t love magnificent
The day it finds your door
At last
To share is human:
The Swirl of Seasons
He loved the colors of the swirl of seasons,
The semiotic utterance of youth,
How lassitude gets tangled up in reasons,
And how all our finesse becomes uncouth
In search for just a little bit of truth;
Like pictures in a child’s book we see
The swirl of seasons and mortality.
She asked for loyalty, some faint allegiance,
For love to see the soul and not the form,
And set to seek among the swirl of seasons,
To find some shelter from the coming storm
Where laughter was the rule, the gauge, the norm —
Like stained-glass colors: clear and autumn bright
That herald morning after dismal night.
The met when each was searching for an answer,
An image each had carried in their heart,
A silent singer and a secret dancer,
Who joined, then hoped to never be apart,
As though each ended in the other’s start;
The swirl of seasons, now, in polychrome –
And how the search for love, sometimes, hits home
To share is human:
Ghost Chain
The day she dressed up for the prom
The haunting was in full effect —
Her mom said she looked beautiful.
Her family did not suspect
The presence of the ghost their daughter
Now took with her everywhere:
As he was chained, and tightly, to her heart.
She danced a long time with her date,
He didn’t see her distant eyes —
He said her really liked her dress.
It would have come as some surprise
If he had seen the ghost his girlfriend
Now took with her everywhere:
A ghost that was chained tightly to her heart.
A kiss out on her parent’s porch,
A passion sent but not received —
He didn’t feel her reticence.
For by her words he was deceived –
She couldn’t, didn’t want to, shake
The ghost that she took everywhere,
For in her mind, they’d never be apart —
The phantom boy she truly loved,
The ghost that she took everywhere,
For he was chained, and tighly, to her heart.
To share is human:
bride, like the wind
the yesterday it must have been
was years ago, they tell me now;
we stood stood outside, while sea and sun,
both, envied you your grace –
you said you would, i said i did;
some music and a spotlight dance,
a little while in a car,
a soft look on your face
why are my hands so wrinkled now?
where are you? what was that i felt?
a wind that rushed by in the night
with rustling silk, and lace —
my bride, my love, i know you’re here —
just pull these tubes from off my face
and we’ll be on the beach again,
and you’ll be all in white —
the breeze is blowing in your hair
you’re smiling once again at me
the day is back, where it belongs
i can let go
of night
To share is human:
He held her near the ancient stair…
He held her near the ancient stair
Where many had seen love go bad,
A suture here, a plaster there,
A sorrowed heart turned sudden glad —
He held her close, and in regard,
She double-sent the power back;
Love yielding soft as times got hard,
Each other there for both as
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