More Love
Full Eyes
In my dreams once beauties face
often of wonder and of grace
as on my shoulder her head was placed
but in life, these images are erased
when first I saw your lovely face
Full eyes, I have, as fresh in place
views of your figures’ moving grace
of these dream sights, nothing in place
as gone they are without a trace
your image has taken their every place
As I to hold you closely in thought
due to the changes your love has brought
and now my life is trouble fraught
to bring you here, fresh and real
so we can touch, our love to seal
Just Words
Words alone are coming fair
from across the waters, over there
from a land so far away
that while I’m in night he’s in day
making it near impossible to play
as I’d like this very day
I am amazed at his words in play
speaking of life in harder days
where once was love to live
now is dead, he grieves
and I to roll up my sleeves
in effort to bring his heart to ease
We share words through screen and air
ones to speak of what grows there
within my heart and in my mind
I want him close for sharing kind
as more and more our thoughts align
cast off finally are tears of brine
As I say the words so dear
that bring him welcome and surely cheer
even though he still has fears
that I’m not real, to bring him tears
as when he doubts, his words quite clear
they stab my heart as deadly spears
But then, I speak again
to give proving words to bring him in
restore his trust, a timely must
this because it is him I trust
to hold me close in time of need
as its just his words that I can read
His to read whatever I say
as I am hoping he will come to play
among the dreams we share this day
and out in the world of our everyday
I love him, I do, what can I say
he’s the one, no word play
Sands of Time
Sunset on Southern beach
across this sea I wish to reach
to travel far under sky and stars
to reach my man, who lives so far
Away
Here I am on the sand, walking
when I would rather be with him talking
or in many ways making our days
better, so much better in many ways
Exciting
We’ve talked awhile through distant miles
finding in our hearts and minds each other’s style
memories made, to life upgrade, we smile
each time we speak piecing together our life tiles
Future plans
A future too far away, as my man
extends the time to have him in hand
across the sea in different land
too long this time, it’s span
Walking time’s sands
A Sight to See
Waiting for me to find a way
rest my beauty, I hate to say
too long the time, extended delay
before we meet and find interplay
Time, it’s been since more than friends
my mind and heart her truest win
but each want to touch love-kin
and hold each other past the end
Yet time must pass, alas, alas
before a touching comes to pass
a situation too unkind
as waiting long is hard on minds
Brings risk to love’s precious space
and if left too long, time could erase
to leave a hollow in heart-space
not a single love embrace
My concern, a troubling state
and she, I’m sure shares worries state
not something good on living’s plate
this the concern I must erase
Because there is more love a-place
in my life as her to grace
and fill the emptiness long in place
to touch would this concern erase
Her the sight I long to see
a precious woman there in front of me
finely dressed as is want of she
and her to take my hand for me
Art in Love
My eyes to see the art in love
when I look at you
Every time I see your face
I know that love is true
Ever since your coming
you’ve chased away my blues
As the art of love is how you dress
how your thoughts and mine enmesh
How your form my life impacts
to raise my heart and show erect
And for you
First it was my face, then words
that touched your heart
To make it live, in dreams
encourage you to reach and lean
One possibility
So that try you did, to win my heart
of my life become a part
It is your wiles that are the art
to capture, make me a part
Our lives not again the same
and it is you I have to blame
And “YES” I’m glad you came
my life has taken the grandest change
Now that you’re here
and will remain
Day in the Sun
It is time, yes, time for one
to join with another for love and fun
to find one another and live among
the treasures that we make
memories which fore we take
to have and hold for all our days
and beyond
It is vital to have our ways
our days out, out in the sun
where living is spun
where life is fun in the play
the coming of more, we pray,
ever forward in the Sun
Heaven Reaches
She speaks of love in the afternoon
in the morning, oh so soon
and of how much care she will give
as we in time forward live
I offer only that which I can give
my affections fresh and true, with thrills
that come with love making skills
breakfast to dinner, meal making frills
As we speak our dreams into this world
holding hands and hearts, this boy, this girl
to offer each other as well our time
with hope of longevity and songs that rhyme
And in these dreams of just off time
as our thoughts and forms align
Heaven reaches toward our lives
telling us we shall survive
Otto
Close this friend which she holds dear
a fur-ball pup, a Frenchie clear
a friend indeed as puppies go
a French bulldog and happy so
who waits on her for every walk
a confidant to whom she talks
Blond and happy, he’s always there
or with her friend who helps keeping care
in friends home with others there
look the same, and share their care
sweet the pup who grew up fair
giving of love as family there
Otto’s support to hold her up
when times were troubled,
or times were fair
comforting in a happy way
there when needed any day
giving love, and loved deep, come what may
Changing Lives, Changing Ways
Yes, changing lives, this the way
coming of Sunrise in every day
Nothing true remains the same
there something to lose and something to gain
Isn’t that obvious?
Isn’t that plain?
Work is had, then sudden lost
another to try with different boss
Where boss a trial of will and want
his wanting your body well a-flaunt
You denying, to run away
seek new work that very day
These are things that come in play
experiencing life, it’s changing ways
And then the man to hold her hand
if she can win him, sure she can
And he to find from broken heart
a chance to live again, apart
From history of failed loves
finally able to give past a shove
Each is glad to find good change
find them driving down best of lanes
Where fresh are flower to bloom again
within their live, life’s game to win
Talking Hearts
Hearts speak, no word is said
they write in life, no words can be read
yet move the world and shake the bed
this most often where future lead
Your heart tells you what next to do
reaching to me, page coming through
to find dead heart, and wake it true
from it resting place in deeper blues
Your heart speaks to mine
there, some hope of likeness find
heart takes over belaying mind
common ground is quick to find
And hearts sing without a word
no melody there to be heard
yet much conversation spurred
as the old man’s heart is lured
Into a part of life thought lost
mind taking over, to be boss
until heart rings, a sea across
echo rings, now heart is boss
Wavering
Moments to treasure, here a gift
love is offered, joy scented whiff
of what could be, or be a myth
Wavering notions, crossed emotions
Too oft he’d seen enticements come
ones with little in valued sum
to carry forward, happiness won
And now, unsure, he wavers
One day happy to the core
the next, thoughtful, shaken more
by the possibility of loss, heart scored
Her to wonder, “Is he mine, for sure?”
Hoping ever for that something more
to tell her certain, tell her sure
that he’s full in and wanting more
Days and days keep going fore
her seeking certainty, him not sure
hard on her, this story sure
Praying ever for good outcome sure
A Token
She, in trouble, asks a token
to ease her mind, her heart near broken
a simple thing to bring assurance
rather than feared, deeper remembrance
of what could have been
A small sum to help her win
a new employment to begin
where life and living improve again
and with his gift of what was spared
he proved to her he really cared
Her to take this as growing trend
she knew she’d win him in the end
and so, going out further on the limb
she offered herself, heart and limb
not this action to be on whim
He to ignore the gesture
still being part of a marriage fixture
though it failed long ago
and him staying with, even so
he to hold place, refrain
Her suggestion not given name
her heart sinks, this lack of fame
the words she’d said, asking
“Will you be my man?”
seems, him not listening in the end