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A kiss under the parasol

A kiss, just one, requited,

With the one my heart belongs,

I’ll die like that, delighted,

No more of those sad love-songs.

Tighter, never releasing,

My arms around you squeezing,

A warmth inside unceasing,

Defences slowly easing.

Your sweetness so addicting,

And if the Gods so permiss,

Without the stars conflicting,

We’ll meet again for A-kiss.

Heart stolen

Stolen, my long suffering,

You make my heart feel lighter,

Deep down there’s a fluttering,

Long buried light shines brighter.

Your warmth, your smile, entrancing,

Drawn like a moth to kindling,

Infinite souls romancing,

Aeons past without dwindling.

It feels so all consuming,

With longing my heart swollen,

Filled for you and full-blooming,

My heart given, not stolen.

The evening star sacred to lovers

Sacred starry evening,

Relished by star-crossed lovers,

Feelings slowly deepening,

As the moon gently hovers.

I thought you had forgotten,

Those nights, longing cast aside,

The truest love begotten,

Two stars destined to collide.

Still they linger, memories,

Completion almost tasted,

Life of distant reveries,

I’ll cherish them as sacred.

The lovers in the garden

Garden, we walked regardless,

Together we were carefree,

Love was easy and-wordless.

Moments lost with sweet Marie.

What if I was different?

Would it still be so easy?

Or tossed like a cigarette,

Not knowing makes me queasy.

One more chance or a-thousand,

Just once I beg your pardon,

He holds your hand then bows-and…

We’ll always have the garden.

Love detail

Detail, slight and missable,

Eyes so big, warm and charming,

Lips, beautifully kissable,

A manner I find disarming.

Your smile a warmth exuded,

Touches my heart so slightly,

To be lost or held tightly.

The unknown soon concluded,

What beauty and secrecy-

Do those hazel eyes entail,

It haunts my thoughts ceaselessly,

To know the finest detail.

It was in may

It-was something surprising,

Could it be ships passing?

Or love from dreams arising?

A sense of regret massing.

In my dreams I’m caressing-

Your hair, neck softly kissing,

Everything else suppressing,

Reminder of what I’m missing

Beauty that of goddesses,

Still she denies it because,

Heart is full of modestness,

I still can’t tell what it-was.

The Tryst

Something slight and wonderful,

Just out of reach it dances,

Hearts pleasantly under-full,

Exchanging longing glances.

Kiss those lips pure fantasy,

Feelings so deeply buried,

Perhaps love sweet actually,

On its wings softly carried.

This feeling so elusive,

Your beauty I find haunting,

My daily thoughts intrusive,

I know there must be something.

The end of the walz

Over and over-thinking,

I held you not long ago,

Staring at you unblinking,

Hoping you’d never let-go.

My arms, you fit perfectly,

Squeezed you and you squeezed harder,

Truth, I loved you earnestly,

In your breast felt safe harbor.

But I ruin everything,

I am my biggest loather,

I don’t deserve anything,

Except to know it’s over.

The riddle of the reluctant rake

Beauty why so reluctant?

Do tell me, was it something?

Why you can’t be consistent,

If only it was one-thing.

Our eyes meeting chasedly,

A touch of your hand barely,

Our skin touching nakedly,

A love spoken of rarely.

These feelings so persistent,

To chase them seems my duty,

However you’re resistant,

In that I find some beauty.

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