Smile #fantasy#writephoto

“each deepened creases in my smile
is every beating moment of my heart,
saying, i loved you then, and i love you now.”

 

If my smile could express what my heart wants to say, then you would know that everytime you look at me, I misses a beat, and I go heebie-jeebies.

 

You make my heart flutter.

 

I swear, the world stopped the first time i saw you, and that my love, maybe pure fantasy for others, but is my perfect reality.
For Sue’s

Thursday photo prompt: Fantasy #writephoto

August

I.

August my dear, is the
eight month of the year
and in the Northern Hemisphere
there’s so much fun in the sun,
as they wait for summer to end
autumn approaches, with hope
just like you my dearest;
you are the summer of my life
warm, thoughtful, and caring
you are my lovely falling autumn leaves
going into a winter rest

 

II.

i cannot think
of any better pair
of seasons of the year
to speak of my love
than summer and autumn;
I love you, with the warmth
of a hot summer day,
I love you with the grace
of autumn leaves falling effortlessly
(as i fall head over heels on you)
waiting, for a restful winter night

 

 

Written for Kate and Eugenia

Friday Fun – a pair

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “August” August 3, 2020

 

P.S.

 

Join me as i spread my wings and explore poetry in instagram

You are the Reason #whatdoyousee

the world is in need 

of a gentle touch

and a gentle smile,

a kind heart

and a kind reminder

and for whatever reason

you remain my gentle touch 

my gentle smile;

my kind heart 

and my kind reminder

you are after all my poetry

my lovely verses and metaphors

my song, my melody, and my symphony

you are my story

and you are always and forever 

the greatest love of my life

 

 

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The image shows a baby monkey, admiring the view from above the tree. I could almost see his eyes glow with so much joy. He is so adorable and so cute. And I am reminded of all the good reasons that made me smile amidst the pandemic.

{for Sadje’s What Do You See https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/08/03/what-do-you-see-41-3-august-2020/}

 

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Is This How Trust Betrays? #writephoto#worn

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Written for Sue:

Thursday photo prompt: Worn #writephoto

 

 

how much of my generosity has made you

the happiest that you are now?

how much of my kindness has made you

the confident that you are now?

how much of my cheerfulness has made you

the enthusiastic that you are now?

how much of my love has made you

the best that you are now?

you don’t need to say a word

your silence says it all

your achievement says it all

your well – being says it all

but why, oh dear, why

did I become the worn – out,

old – dilapidated steps 

forgotten,

abandoned,

obliterated,

is this how selfish you are?

is this how love ends?

is this how trust betrays?

 

 

 

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my book is still available for pre -order at

http://kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/after-rain-skies

I Don’t Wanna Wait for Christmas #magic #security

 

“I don’t wanna wait for December

because every day with you is Christmas

you are my Christmas magic. “

 

 

Every day with you, is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy.

Love, passion and romance, and there’s aplenty everywhere. Couple this with decorations like snowflakes and glittery stars, {and it just makes me feel like grabbing your hand}.

Lovingly throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels while star-gazing is indeed a romantic dream. We’ll have to go overseas for this one, or head to a nearby Snow City {or maybe no need at all, we can just revisit our inner child and have pillow fight instead}.

So, baby just sit beside me let’s build our Christmas tree and fill it up with lights and gifts and decors then sing me a Christmas carol.

{I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you}

I don’t wanna wait for Christmas magic, let’s make it happen.

Your love is my Christmas magic and it is my security blanket.

Nothing can harm me nor anyone can destroy me. Your love is what fills me in and I am every day in the comfort and security of your loving arms.

So, I don’t wanna wait for December and I don’t wanna wait for Christmas to say
“you are the best Christmas present ever”, then maybe we can kiss under our make – believed mistletoe.

Let’s have a Merry Christmas, my love, in July.

 

Linking to :

kate’s Friday – Fun, Security – https://aroused.blog/2020/07/25/friday-fun-security/

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Magic – https://amanpan.com/2020/07/27/eugis-weekly-prompt-magic-july-27-2020/

Just You, Me, A Cup of Tea And Our Symphony #whatdoyousee

For Sadje’s What Do You See?

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/07/27/what-do-you-see-40-27-july-2020/

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“you are a lovely melody
serenading my heart
in a plethoric symphony”

 

The sound of my life was ultimately jarring, clashing, rasping, and boring. It has the saddest refrain. But you, my love, was the missing piece; the percussion that beats my heart out {and melts my heart}, the string that lulls me to sleep {soothe me to bed}, the saxophone that vibrates deeply into my core {pulsates into my core}, and the violin that defines the symphony of my life {characterize the symphony of my life}.

And it never sounded this good.

In perfect harmony; in perfect serenity.

So, come sit with me my love and let’s have a quiet afternoon tea.

Let’s revel to the indulgence of our love.

Just you, me, a cup of tea and our symphony.

By the Meadow, Upon the Horizon #darkness#writephoto

Note:

there are two different versions of the poem, version 1 is on the happier side and version 2 is most likely on a sadder note

 

Version #1

 

by the meadow upon the horizon
I think of you in my fragmented memories
over my splintered forgotten dreams
and shattered broken promises
oh, how they made me smile
smile in relief,
smile, just smile

 

by the meadow, upon the horizon
I remember you, as nature’s sounds
mingle sweetly in my head
I hear the melody like a street band busking
playing our song, the song that was once
the anthem of our hearts
oh, how they made me cry
cry in joy,
cry, just cry

 

darkness unfolds, by the meadow
upon the horizon

 

then, there was you

 

 

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Thursday photo prompt: Darkness #writephoto

 

Version # 2

by the meadow upon the horizon
I sat down and grieve over
our fragmented memories
our splintered, forgotten dreams
our shattered, broken promises,
oh, how my heart cries
in desperation

 

by the meadow upon the horizon
I sat down and weep as i
listen silently to the
sound of nature like a
street band busking, playing
our sweet, tender love song
our song that was once
the anthem of our souls
oh, how my heart sob
in hopelessness

 
darkness unfolds
by the meadow, upon the horizon

 
still, no sign of you

 

 

 

Maybe Someday

maybe someday I will be
your sweetest melody
soothing your lonesome heart
in splended tranquility
serenading you
just, you

maybe someday I will be
your happiest thought
easing your anxiety
in times of despair
musing you
just, you

maybe someday we will be
writing together, 
a love poem duo
on a stop over
in a train station
to Paris

 
Maybe someday just you and I
by the train station
to Paris

 
in perfect serendipity.

 

 

 

Inspired by kate’s recent post “Notes” https://aroused.blog/2020/07/21/notes/