A stroke of luck that day when we finally met
Why forbidden fruits at last
Are always in God's heart?
Take my hand and be brave my girl
For certain we will cast
Loves hurt is a devilish task
Spare no blame of heart my dear
It will only cut you short.
Flower baskets flow thirsty loving kisses
Caught in a whirlwind of togetherness
A heartbreak hotel had nowhere left to hide
The sense of telling how a love of Paris shows
Where frolics play under pavements deep
Ah, were dancing and her blouse fell on my feet
When the tiptoe of her natural beauty gently sleep
Pillow talked of fairy tale princess and dress
A glass shoe reflecting a shine upon her smile
Now we know we have a tear here in my heart
Every day I try to make a brand new start
By watching her in her afterglow
And her love planet of gravitation pulling strings
Towards stars, towards space, towards Venus
And those fruits from God's existence spread
Widely, with a hope, I can love her dearly
But my love was left for dead.
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Passionate writing on sadness and loss. One cannot stay unmoved by this wonderful write.
bless you, Seek, I loved writing this with the love of God on my side. it's sad but with 'sad' comes along the emotions which stir up our love and thirst for wanting more. love and loss can bend the rules of engagement in any two lovers relations so we must take charge somehow. thank you, kindly for your comment.
Perceptive thoughts on what "sad" can do to the quest for love. Come to think of it, "sad" is as much a part of love as "happy" is.
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Very emotive write, the love and loss burns through your words Kevin.
you're so smooth and your observation is spot on, that's what was intended, Goldfinch60. thank you.
A beautiful emotive write - Great work Kevin.
Your talent for wording with depth attracting such attention to detail of love's journey shines through each line in this poignant verse Kevin. A touching read.
A very moving write this is Kevin. The hills and valleys of love. Well written.
AP, thanks for your kind words,
'Where frolics play under pavements deep'....are you hinting (and beautifully at that) at the Paris catacombs?
Love the whole poem, Kevin! 'A glass shoe reflecting a shine upon her smile' is simply beautiful writing.
actually, Fred, I was referring to Berlin City. I live and worked there during the 1990s and as I discovered there were clubs and dungeons under the streets of the city where sex was rampant and in any style you took a fancy to. I was unaware of the catacombs in Paris, I had never known about them until you said. so there we go, frolics under pavements deep. and thank you, also, for a beautiful comment.
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