the love the same the passions pure with lovers true but yet unsure it’s hard from here to know them there: but if they weren’t, we’d all be air
Picnic in the park, Friends and strangers met to eat -- Summer brought the sunshine But she brought The heat
A on again, off again, thing.
there's little shelter to be found once ship has left the port; the elements will have their say and nature make its sport -- for trouble, and adventure, both can lead, or, devastate: and sailors no more dodge the wind than lovers hide from fate
To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes every bit as long The you I saw in summer fields Beneath an endless weightless sky The you I felt in tenderness The softness of your skin, a sigh For now, when I remember you … Continue reading "Now, When I Remember You"
I wander freely in and out of dreams Along a path where long ago we walked; By tires on long ropes, swung over streams, Where crickets chirped and frogs croaked as we talked – And as young lovers do, we also did. I loved the shy excitement of your eyes; Your quick’ning breath, as on … Continue reading "I Wander Freely"
Don't tell him it's not possible.
When all you love is still the same, But somehow, not enough; When every path’s abandoned, each New friend, a new rebuff — When days stretch on like oceans, And the nights are heavy lade, And all you ever dreamed about Dissolves and starts to fade Then hope becomes a beacon you Must follow to … Continue reading "When All You Love"