Ribbons and Bows

Champagne Breakfast In Bed
What is it,
That I see?
In the years,
Long behind me.

What is it,
That is there?
In the years,
That I care.

What is it,
Love or hate,
In the years,
I uncrate.

She is there,
With me still.
In my mind
Love that wills.

I turn to see,
Her smiling face,
I feel the,
Gentleness of her grace,

What it is,
I must know,
Why she lingers,
My love it grows.

What is it,
That I feel,
When about her,
A kiss I steal.

Sleeping on pillows,
Covered with bows,
Wonderful dreams,
I tickled each toe,

One to another,
We did wed,
Made love,
On a silken bed.

Twilights last whimper,
We did hear,
But then alas,
You cried my dear.

What is it then,
That I seek,
Looking back,
Feeling so weak.

What is it then,
I want to hold,
You are gone,
With the ribbons and bows…

So Little Time

Beautiful sensual girl in a lonely field

Why do I find so little time,
To talk to you anymore,
After all it is not a crime,
To talk to the one I adore,

In the hallway you pass by,
I say nothing as if it’s taboo,
I ask myself over again why,
Without you I’m so blue,

Hold me in the night,
Kiss me in the daylight,
Warm me all over again,
I need you more than then,

Soft lips that whisper,
Gentle fingers that touch,
I dream of you every night,
I want hold you oh so much.

Empty hands hold no promise,
Unspoken words never linger,
Love not given passes,
With no ring on my finger.

So as time ticks by I see,
In the darkness surrounding me,
An emptiness growing deeper,
Alone where there once was thee.

 

Where Does one begin again…

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Where does one begin again,
When life has ripped a soul apart,
When time erased love of heart,
When feelings linger and will not depart,

Where does one begin again,
Life is no more,
She has closed the door,

Cradle me in your arms,
Hold me like never before,
Move me in your loving kiss,
In these things I reminisce,

Where does one begin again,
When hated words shout,
When packed bags leave,
When the house is empty of thee,

Where does one begin again,
Life is no more,
She has closed the door,

Hold me again, I pray,
Take me oh so far away,
Make believe we still love,
These I still dream.