He told her what he wanted, and
It didn’t sound like her —
Described the type of girl for him;
The kind he would prefer
But as they sat and talked, a spark
Of love would soon occur —
How could he know who he would love?
He had not yet
Met her
Tag: Love Stories
Because Of Love
Because of love, I gave you what I had
And hoped that it would prove to be enough.
You said it was, and so the days grew mad
With all the quirks that come with lover’s stuff:
The roses’ thorns, the pillows with their fluff.
You still are here, through all life’s new demands —
Because of love, there’s no one understands
Why two should be together like we are –
Or where we’ve been, or how
We’ve come
So far
To share is human:
His Words to Her
I want to love you in the night
And make all of this go away;
To hold you, dear, up next to me
Until we see the light of day
We must turn off the noise machine
That’s screeching at us all day long,
To hold on tight to what is right –
To flee this world
Of constant
Screaming
Wrong
To share is human:
Wine and Cheese
She said that they’d have wine and cheese
And so he ventured out;
Yet parties put him ill at ease,
And he was filled with doubt
Whenever he walked into crowds.
But he got a surprise:
She was the only other person
There before his eyes
And she said she thought this would work.
Not too many to share —
How did he take it? I guess fine.
It’s years, and he’s still
There
To share is human:
‘I Know We’re Different…’
…You don’t know me, anything about me:
Why should I think you’re different; that you’ll care?
You do not look like you belong around here.
Wherever you’ve come from — just go back there.
If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine.
I know we’re diff’rent, but I do not mind.
I’d like to stay and talk to you a bit:
And I will leave if you get tired of it.
So tell me, stranger, just why are you here?
I’m friends with guys in the band, I said I’d come.
So, fantasies about girls with tattoos?
Yeah, I guess I suppose I have had some.
But have you ever had a fantasy
About a guy who’d treat you really well?
There’s no such thing; there are no guys like that.
‘Cept you, I’m sure, you’re just about to tell —
Well, we don’t know. You’d have to take a chance;
Let’s start off simple: let’s just go and dance.
I guess we can do that. So then we’ll see…
That’s all I ask.
For now?
Definitely.
To share is human:
It’s Just A Look…
He walked out on a winter day
To find the World in white-and-gray;
Its favorite garb this time of year,
And nothing too surprising –
From mouths came icy jets of steam;
The world slowed down as in a dream –
And he could take in everything
For slow, exact surmising…
When she walked by, in winter wear,
He saw her as though summer there;
As she looked into, past his eyes,
And set his senses reeling —
“It’s just a look, that’s all that was.”
But he was rapt in her, because
That instant shaped his heart to size,
A whole new world of feeling –
“It’s just a look,” he thought, but still,
Some things go past our thought
Straight to
Our will
To share is human:
Heroes
Upon another type of time,
He was indeed a hero born:
A shelter in the windy wastes
For travelers with garments torn;
For vagrants, pocketless, unshorn –
A hero for the age
But once, upon a windy night,
A failing strength upon him came:
And where, then, was a hero born
To give support to one half-lame;
To bring him hope amid the blame –
To bring calm to the rage
Another time, another place,
Another type, a gentle face;
And he who fell, stood up again
Against a shoulder and a touch
So soft, he never dreamed that such
Was strong enough for him
Upon another type of time,
She was indeed a hero made:
And he a hero, too, to her –
A sun some nights, some days a shade;
And two together, less afraid,
They laughed until the dawn —
The endless lover’s dawn
To share is human:
How (He Said) It Happened
Across the wide Missouri, then,
We spoke of many things;
Of logical mistakes, and the
Habiliments of kings
We sat discussing, face to face,
The habits of the otter —
And then, before too long, we’d gone
And made ourselves
A daughter
