The Puppy Love Collection:
1. Listening to the Wind
2. First Loves
3. Dark Eyes
4. He is Silent
5. He Speaks
6. T
If you read an earlier post.... An Ode to Summer....... :) that's also an ode to the best summer romance with the guy who may just be The One..... I just didn't want it to be ignored.
Sitting alone on a park bench
Listening
To the wind
Rushing through the leaves,
I feel as though I am lost.
But not really. Just
Floating
In the chasm of
In the chasm of
Loneliness.
You, oh God, are here.
You, oh God, are here.
Why can’t that be enough for me?
Instead, I long for
A connection, a relationship with
Someone
Instead, I long for
A connection, a relationship with
Someone
Who feels the same way.
Hushed whispers stroll along with
Fingers intertwined, but I am
Sitting alone on a park bench
Fingers intertwined, but I am
Sitting alone on a park bench
Listening
To the wind
To the wind
Rushing through the leaves.
01 October 2001
First loves
Your eyes pierce to my heart
Do you know what my
Soul is saying or
Do you only hear the
Words escaping my lips?
Those eyes could melt stone;
They have melted my broken heart.
When you look at me
I can feel my breath
Searing through my veins as
My heart dances.
17 November 2003
Dark Eyes
Your eyes pierce to my heart.
I see a life, a future
Staring back at me from
The light behind those dark eyes.
Is it my future? Ours?
Lightening flashes,
Darkness falls, shattering my hopes.
I descend, a rambling fool,
Into the warmth of my memory.
Your dark eyes mesmerize me,
Chill me,
As you stare into my very soul.
The midnight brightness of
Winter’s first blizzard
Illuminates the sad state in which
I wait,
Impatiently
For you to see me!
Do you know your whole face lights up
When you smile?
Those warm, dark eyes of yours
Chill me,
Mesmerize me.
05 December 2003
He is silent
I wait
impatiently to be seen,
by the one my heart seeks.
I speak hesitant to be real
with the one who my heart will steal.
I wait
Patiently, this time,
to see if he will be mine.
He speaks!
cautiously, my heart to guard
with the dawn of day, my heart,
he loves
unselfishly!
March 2004
He speaks
The day has come, the moment arrived
to reveal what has been hidden inside!
The thing is, you see, what’s really going on,
Hearts and thoughts, though separate
Really are the same.
He speaks!
May 2004
T
Singed by the fiery, crystal blue eyes
Torched by the tawny brown skin
Bewitched by the tender whispers
Bruised by the empty promises
Battered by the echoing memories
that ricochet in the spaces
of my never quiet mind
Wistful looks, words, whispers, winks
Hearty laughter, lingering touches,
Lustful lips, strong arms…
these are the things I choose to remember
09 March 2005

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