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Like the acts of pagan lovers,
Unabashed
and unashamed,
Unable
to stop our passion,
Unafraid
to let it grow.
Delving
into ancient custom
Where
decorum has no name,
Naked
to a prudish world,
Never
caring who might know.
Dare
I taste the fruit forbidden?
Shall
I thirst to drink your wine?
Will
you fill me up completely?
Beg
my cup to overflow?
Without
doubt and without reason
I
accept your pagan love,
Giving
up my mortal soul in tribute
For
I love you so.
When we met a spark ignited,
Passion
bursting into flame,
A
heat unleashed and running wild
To
be a rival to the sun.
No
emotion named by man
Could
scant describe the
Overwhelming
feeling of consumption
As
our supple bodies merged as one.
Time
is but a thief to passion,
Dousing
water on its flame,
Reducing
it to ashes left to
Smolder. Still a spark revives
Just
enough to light the way,
To
be a comfort in the night.
We
shall never cease to smolder.
Passion
wins and love survives.
Something caused my eyes to flutter
From
their deep and restful sleep.
I
instinctively comply as nature
Causes
me to rise and heed her call.
I
glance to see the time is only 3 a.m.
The
floor is cold against my heels
So
quickly I complete my task and
Quietly
return to cover. Barely wrinkling the sheets.
Hardly
a creature stirs the night.
The
stillness speaks in deafening tones
Of
things nocturnal. I can almost hear
Your
heartbeat next to mine.
As
I turn to face you, just before
I
fade back into slumber,
Your
peaceful face a silhouette of
Features
I know so well,
I
pause to count the blessings
And
I count this time among the best.
Baltimore
at 3 a.m., and love
That's
truly stood the test.
You lazy, hazy, crazy Luna
Edging
slowing 'cross the sky.
Does
your fullness carry beams
Of
mania to blind my eye?
Can
you stop, for just a moment
As
I beg to question why?
Will
you fill my heart with joy or
Leave
me all alone to cry?
Luna,
in your fullest cycle
Do
not think to pass me by.
Bring
to me your fondest favor.
Give
me songs so I may fly
Among
the stars of glory as
In
wonderment, I pause to sigh.
Luna-Luna-lunatic,
How
I hate to say goodbye.
In early spring when love is new
And
hearts are light and troubles few,
We
see the world in quick review
And
dream of all we've yet to do.
The
summertime is meant for play.
Sun
and fun fill every day.
Worries
can't get in the way
And
rules are meant to disobey.
Autumn's
harvest comes and goes.
Dawn
to dusk the burden grows.
Where
it may lead us, no one knows.
Still
the labor is a rose.
A
rose that stands the winter chill
To
bloom defiantly until
The
bitter winter winds are still
And
peaks of snow dance on the hill.
Seasons
come and seasons go
And
who are we to think we know.
But
love survives each bitter blow
From
springtime bloom to winter snow.
Will it ever be the same again?
Can
your lonely heart return to when
The
daylight brought you waking smiles
And
you were set to play and win?
It
was all so easy then.
You
thought your love forever true,
Always
coming back to you.
Lover's
blindness blocked your view
To
hide a multitude of sins.
Love
lives on a two way street,
And
true love never knows defeat.
It
proudly holds its head up high
And
lays the whole world at your feet.
Silently
the heart may weep
With
joy for all that it may reap,
But
true love never leaves you all alone
To
cry yourself to sleep.
Though I should trek a million miles,
Gathering
a million smiles
From
strangers met along the way,
Still
I hunger for the day
When
once again I touch your face
Clearing
every fearful trace
Of
doubt that I would soon be home
No
matter how far I may roam.
You're
the sunshine in my day
Chasing
every cloud away and
Filling
up my heart with glee,
Giving
love so willingly.
Any
wonder my heart sings
With
joy for all the love you bring.
And
so, with swiftness I pursue
The road that leads me back to you.
The morning sun is warmer now.
It
burns the chill of evening
Far
more quickly to a level
That
human flesh may tolerate,
Causing
man to celebrate
The
rebirth of his humble world
Rekindling
the spirit that
For
months lay cold and desolate.
Robins
greet the morning dew
As
daffodils reach for the sun.
Lilacs
speak a fragrance
Unlike
any other on this earth.
And
I am left to ponder
All
the wonders as I wander
Bearing
witness to the miracle
Of
newness, of rebirth.
Levels
of emotion peak,
And
love is in the springtime air as
Hope
revives its' flourish
And
anticipation grows.
Spring
reborn inside our hearts
Is
more than just a season.
Just
where it may lead us,
No
one knows.
It must have been a demon who
Made
up this game and named it love.
All
the crafted twists and turns
As
subtle innuendo burns
Life's
incense slowing smoldering
And
you're left standing, shouldering
The
weight of the entire world,
Another
lesson sadly learned.
The
field is never level, without
Bevel
or uncertainty,
And
we are left to ponder
As
we wander across open seas.
It's
all so diabolical
Steeped
in psychological
Mind
games between physical
Opponents
biological.
Crushing
blows than weaken will,
Broken
egos slow to heal,
As
curtains open to reveal
Emotions
we're not meant to feel.
Though
obstacles block every mile
Still
the journey is worthwhile.
And
we make it willingly,
For
that's the way it's meant to be.
Life's great see-saw…
Love
commands the ups, the downs,
The
turn arounds,
The
outstretching hands with offerings,
The
thrill that every new day brings.
The
joy that every young heart sings,
Filled
with wild imaginings
Of
bold exhilaration as they
Blindly
reach to grab the ring.
Foolish
hearts secomb to pain
When
disappointment causes rain to
Fall
with vigor and disdain
And
living becomes muddled.
Love
can be a painful thing
When
hearts insist on clinging to
A
hopeless situation as
The
mind becomes befuddled.
Seesaws
tilt with ups and downs,
Counter
weights and balances.
Filled
with promise,
Filled
with thrills,
But
also filled with challenges.
He makes you want to scream sometimes,
Doesn't
he, girls?
Makes
you want to place diminutive hands
Around
his scraggy neck and squeeze
And
shake some common sense into
That
yard-thick concrete head.
No
one ever said that it would
Always
be so peachy keen.
That's
why they sneak the ominous phrase
"For
better or worse" into your vows.
And
then they make you promise,
With
the foresight of the ages,
To
put up with his foolishness
Until
one of you is dead.
But
you took the vow so willingly,
And
you mean to keep your pledge. So,
Scream
softly from the mountain's peak
As
you approach the edge.
Breaking up, as they say, is hard.
No
one has ever done it well.
No
one has written a 'How To' book
About
ending relationships once they are done.
No
one's devised a scoring system to
Tell
who's ahead and who didn't try.
Who
was to blame for letting it happen?
Who's
the big loser? Who won?
Truth
is, in break-ups, everyone loses.
It's
been that way since time began.
Blame
the creator for making us different,
For
drawing the line between woman and man.
Sing yet another mournful song for
The
lonesome souls in search of love.
Lift
up your voices to make them feel
A
little less naked and alone.
Be
their redemption, a warm consolation,
Although
a poor substitute for the real thing.
Moments
of respite from cold desolation
Whispering
softly a warm breath of spring.
Pity
the plight of the lonesome souls,
Roaming
this world never knowing the joy
Of
sharing a heart, of building a dream,
Of
being the light of the one you adore.
They
never know the exhilaration
The
sheer ecstasy of a love that is new.
High
as a kite flying over the rainbow,
Reaching
with gusto to open the door.
Sing
them your song to make them feel better,
Although
reality taunts and cajoles.
All
of us dwell just a heartbeat away
From
living the lives of the lonesome souls.
Now that it's over,
As
you say it's over,
Little
is left to say or do.
Watching
a dream disappear
In
an instant,
Hope
is a distant reminder of you.
There
was a time when
I
felt deep inside that
We
were forever, you and I.
But
no one can see how
The
future evolves
Or
know with assurance love will survive.
Only
one thing is
Left
for the doing,
The
unwanted kiss of goodbye.
I'll
walk away tall without
Looking
back so you won't see
The
tear in my eye.
You drew me in, tempted and teased me
To
think that our passion
Would
be just one night.
I
was impressed, as the evening grew longer.
You
clung to virtue
As
I held you tight.
Nothing,
I thought would have given me pleasure
More
than to be with you
Flesh
unto skin.
But
you had a different mission that evening,
Mountains
of conquest,
Battles
to win.
Men
on the prowl are blinded by passion
Thinking
the ladies will
Fall
for their pitch.
But
don't underestimate the wiles of a woman
In
playing the old game of
Bait
and switch.
I'm coming home after so long away from you,
Back
to your arms and the love they enfold.
So
far away has my sojourning taken me,
Far
beyond continents searching for gold.
God
creates fools just as surely as geniuses,
Watches
them dance as he pulls on the strings.
Then
one day you wake to the sounds of reality,
Breaking
with clarity as your heart grows wings.
It's
not too late for our love to survive
Nourished
in sunlight, bathed in its glow.
You
are the wisdom for which I've been searching,
Much
more than I ever needed to know.
Distance
apart isn't distance away from you.
You're
in my heart and you know that it's true.
Nothing
on earth can keep me away.
I
would cross continents to get back to you.
Five miles up, above the clouds,
The
world has a different perspective as I
Swiftly
ride on a cushion of balmy air
Over
mountains and rivers, valleys and fields.
Rushing
back to your waiting arms,
Your
ruby lips, your honey hair,
My
thoughts adrift roll the minutes to
Hours
as countryside hurriedly passes below.
Someone
engages polite conversation
Attempting
to speed up the passage of time,
But
I prove to be quite inept as a listener
Lost
in a mindset of home and you.
Constantly
seeking your face in the clouds,
Watching
for shapes that remind me of you,
Placing
my trust in a guardian angel to
Bring
me back swiftly and safely home.
Fate
is the keeper of many a secret
And
trust is a champion who knows no defeat.
I
travel safe on the wings of your love
In
row twenty-three, window seat.
Who knew…
That you would be the one,
The only one to steal my heart away.
Breaking every rule established
By polite society.
It's
true…
That I was waiting for
A miracle to come along
And sweep me off my feet,
To carry me to ecstasy.
Adieu…
To old memories of
What love was supposed to be.
No clue is what I possess
As you confess your soul.
All
new…
Are these feelings that you
Stir in me with every breath.
The sudden, certain knowledge that
Your love is my true goal.
Who
Knew?
No one really knows the
Art
of dating anymore. It was
Lost
sometime back in the 60's
Between
doo-wop and the Rolling Stones.
The
free-love movement desecrated
All
regard for proper form,
Tearing
down the barriers and
Clearing
out restrictive zones.
Nowadays
the dating game
Is
played upon a different court.
Rules
relaxed down to the point
Where
no rules need apply.
Sleazy,
darkened, noise-filled clubs
Replacing
Mother's parlor.
Rooms
where desperation dwells
And
morals go to die.
Tricks
devised to bed, not wed,
Are
etched on bathroom walls,
As
lurkers, losers, louts and creeps
Stalk
freely through the halls.
And
no one really knows the rules.
They're
made up as they go along.
The
art of dating gone for good,
A
dirge it's dying song.
Brace yourself, for here it comes.
Time
for a little one on one.
A
crazy quilt of random pattern
Meant
to fool, create diversion,
Quickly
sneaking past defenses,
Testing
all reflex reactions
Leaping
high into the air to
Crash
the nets and score the goal.
Persisting
with tenacity,
Boldly
questioning endurance,
Trying
hard to wear your will
Down
to a point where I can win
Your favor in the game of love.
You
taunt and tease and fan the flame,
As
I keep up the full court pressure
Hoping
you will do the same.
